Read a book last year about how our brains hold onto weird little moments way harder than the big stuff we plan for. Like the guy talked about how a random flat tire in the rain stuck with him more than his own wedding. Makes sense to me. The days you can't control are the ones that feel most real, you know? The tow truck guy probably doesn't even remember you but you'll never forget him. Nothing to plan, nothing to mess up, just a day that happened to you.