Forget me not

I’ve got a great memory. I can remember at least two of the items my mother packed in my lunch box in the fifth grade.

I’ve got a terrible memory. I walk into a room to get something, and I can’t remember what I went to get.

I’ve got a great memory. Play a one-hit wonder song from Three Dog Night from the 1970s and I’ll remember every word.

I’ve got a terrible memory. I lose track of passwords. I forget the names of people I met last week.

I’ve got a great memory. I can remember Hank Aaron’s home run records and the year Pete Rose was rookie of the year in the National League.

I’ve got a terrible memory. I have to look up the correct way to use “lie” and “lay” in the stylebook every time.