A friend of mine got in a fight with his wife recently about the name of a bar that's long gone.
He and I had worked in the neighborhood and had been to the bar a dozen times and had been to the other bars probably hundreds of times. He had met his wife years later and had maybe visited the bar a couple of times before it disappeared.
His brain had played musical chairs with the bar name on the block. She was right. I had a rather strong distaste for this bar and generally refused to go to it, so I remembered it clearly.
He had intimate details of the lighting, the unusual concrete bar, the music, the seating, the people we had gone there with. But the names were transposed. He had been looking up tax records and property names trying to prove her wrong.
So first, he got in trouble for not believing her, then he got in trouble for trying to prove her wrong, then he got in trouble again for calling in a lifeline.
Meat-based data storage is weird AF.