I accompanied....

... a girlfriend to go shopping last night. She was running errands for her busy husband and buying stuff for him. Out of the blue, she turned and told me she remembered one time when I was running errands for my ex too. She said she remembered me searching for a special kind of golf club for him, and that I got agitated when it couldn't be found.... BUT I can't remember any of it. I was criminally ruthless about forgetting him when we broke up. I am aware of my notoriously great memory, but I have systematically removed every trace of him... contact details, birthdate, photos. And after all this time, nothing has remained. In the end, she offered me an old memory which I've completely erased.