I need gimmicks to remember things. I can be shitty with names, too, but if someone does something to make me remember it, I'll never forget it. Over a year or so ago, I had this new coworker from the Philippines named Gerry who would always bring his lunch to work in a Mucha Lucha lunchbag. When he introduced himself to me and shook my hand, he squeezed the mother-loving shit out of it. Now I shall remember him until the day I die. Needless to say, he of course quit about a month and half later and lost all relevancy in my life.