A Saturday, early afternoon. We're driving back home from somewhere. We pass a row of shops. Katie turns to me:
Katie: "Do you remember that ironing board we once had?"
Katie: "That ironing board. You know. I think you picked it up from from Argos."
Me: "The Greek God of Queuing? I suppose it's possible. Can't say I recall it, though."
Katie: "Yes you do. It was too small, remember? You could just about get a sleeve on at a time. We had to go straight out and get another one."
Me: "I suspect I've cast this tragedy from my mind, but if you say it happened, it happened I guess."
Katie: "Well, it did."
Me: "OK, if you say so."
Katie: "It did."
Me: "What brought that recollection on anyway?"
Katie: "We'd just driven past a hardware shop. It had ironing boards outside."
Me: "Like the bonsai one I apparently purchased in a moment of retail madness?"
Katie (looking at me like I'm an idiot): "No."
Me (suitably chastened): "I see."
Katie: "I was just reminded. That's all."
Me: "Tell me this. Is it at all possible we've just passed the Banality Event Horizon?"