This is reason #8,334,901 I keep my partner around.

If I forget the name of the Chinese place we ate at in that little mountain town back in 2012 after the check engine light came on in the Cavalier so we had to pull off to see what was wrong and then realized we should get food while we're there, I can just call it the China Wok and he'll find the urge to correct me with the real actual name to be completely irresistible. And in that way, the drive to correct me and always be right means I don't have to remember shit.