Get Your Ass to Mars

Memory is such a weird and fickle thing at times. There are countless events and memories that won't be remembered until something happens that triggers it. This morning it happened to me on the elevator once I got to work. I pushed the button for my floor as the other guy pushed his. As the doors close he asks me laughing, "Hey do you know how many centimeters are to an inch?". I replied with no hesitation, "Yep. 2.54 exactly" (I know one person who reads this knows it as well). The exactly part is probably why I remember it from High School. Or when something is a darker shade of purple, I start the intro to Smoke on the Water.

Same as why whenever I see a French person or think about saying something in French it will always be, "Le poisson dit 'Glu Glu'".