Litter ranks very high to me. But here is an example of mine...
Let me tell you a story. Years ago, I was out near Goldsboro, near...what was the name of that tiny nearby town... ....... .........................................it will come to me.....oh well, it's not coming to me, but I stopped into a diner that is pretty popular because the fellow who ran it...what was his name....it will come to me...
(Me) Bob...lets call him Bob.
No, it wasn't Bob, it will come to me..... ..... Oh, it's not coming back, but he wasn't there anyway, so the story is really about his wife, hmmm...what was her name.... .... ....
(Me) Bobbie, let's call her Bobbie.
No, it wasn't Bobbie, but that seems close....Marie. I think it was Marie. Anyway, she said to the cook, "Fred, ..." Wait, his name wasn't Fred, seems like his name was Joe, but I think that was short for Jose, because he was from Columbia...no, wait, I believe it was Brazil. Am I boring you?
No, you're killing me. You promised a story, but you seem to have gotten side tracked into some strange rendition of "The Name Game."
You have absolutely no patience...none at all.
I know. If you tell anyone about this, feel free to call me Bob. I insist. Or call me something vulgar, I really don't care. Just stop pretending that the listener is cryogenically frozen as you search for names and dates that have no relevance at all to the story.