I can't name the two bones in my forearm. (But I think one might be ulna.)
I can't tell you how many feet are in a mile.
I've never been able to remember the different types of clouds.
I can't recite anything after "Four score and..." in the Gettysburg Address, even though I've had to memorize it twice in my life.
I don't remember anything from any of my math classes. Ever.
But this week, we watched While You Were Sleeping for the first time in years. And for some reason, my brain has chosen to remember EVERY SINGLE LINE.
I'm confident that someday, somewhere, this once-useless information will be vitally important. Until then, I'll be waiting.
"John Wayne was tall."
"Dustin Hoffman is 5'6"."
"Would you want to see Dustin Hoffman save the Alamo?"
"These potatoes are so creamy."
"Spain has good beef."
"Mary mashed 'em."