Do it? I'm pretty sure I invented it!
Not only do I not remember why my fridge contains many of the items it contains or their intended purpose, but I long since stopped counting the number of times during the day in which I find myself standing in the kitchen, fridge door open, gazing in at said mysterious contents, and thinking "What THE F**K am I doing here? I'm supposed to be in the garage looking for a screwdriver..." (Or similar.)
Mind you, my genetics don't help. Even at my age my old man had a notoriously bad memory, and I have yet to eclipse his finest moment, when he called the RAC about his car.
RAC man: "What seems to be the problem sir?"
My old man: "It's my car."
RAC man (emitting audible sigh): "Yes sir... But what seems to be the problem with your car?"
My old man: "I can't find it".
Turns out that he'd parked his car somewhere different to his usual spot near the railway station and returned from a hard day's graft in town having completely forgotten where he'd left it.
I can only imagine the RAC man's reaction upon hearing my old man's ranting when he explained that there wasn't much the RAC could do about it without recourse to a Vulcan mind meld... ;D
(I made the mind meld bit up, but the rest is true...)
Time to check on the fridge, I reckon...