"My soul is an island. My car is a Ford."

These are the only lines I remembered from the movie She's All That. They aren't integral to the plot or uttered by the lead actors. In fact, a midget said them in a postmodern pretentious act. Don't ask. What I want to say is this: memory is selective and whimsical. You walk down the supermarket aisles determined to follow your shopping list and at the end of it, peer into your shopping cart and wonder how the sauerkraut got there.