For three months, the door locks were giving us trouble, until last week I doused them in WD-40. Now they work. Hence:

Me: Well the locks sure work better now.

Roommate: I never had a problem with them.

Me: What? You bent your key last week.

Roommate: Oh yeah that's right! I forgot about that.

Right. About that AND three months of everyone fighting with the door locks. I'm mesmerized by the mental processes of people like her who can rearrange reality in their heads at the drop of a hat.