As the husband of a very social person, I'm often given the task of transferring greetings secondhand.  For example, if Wendy's out of town and I go to a Bible study, she'll often say, "Tell everyone I said hi."  More often than not, certain people at the Bible study will ask about her and say, "Tell her I said hi." 

The thing that most people don't realize is that I have the memory of a goldfish (no offense to goldfish).  I'm quite good at forgetting important things.  That's why I write them down.  If you tell me something and I don't write it down, there's a 95-99% chance I'll forget it even if my life depends on it, and even if the salvation of all mankind depends on it.  It's not that I don't care, it's just that my brain has a tricky filter:  "Does this fact get me closer to taking over the world?  If yes, write down.  If no, discard." 

But at the same time, I always question the purpose of a secondhand greeting.  By telling everyone Wendy said hi, am I really serving a worthwhile purpose?  Do certain people's days get ruined by the failure to receive a secondhand greeting?  Does anybody really get satisfaction from knowing that a person who couldn't be around went to the trouble of sending along a greeting through a third-party bi-ped?  I guess I'm just always under the impression that whether the absent person sends along their greetings or not, life will go on as normal.  And for the people who send their greetings back to Wendy through me, will they be offended if I forget?  I usually try to make it a point to remember this part of my function, because it sounds mean (and therefore funny) when I say, "Welcome home Wendy.  Donna said hi.  Steve didn't." #psychology