Let me tell you a completely meaningless but interesting fact. My first name is very rare in Estonia. In fact, there are five people with this name in my country. I’ve met one personally at a party back in school, maybe seven years ago. We had some common friends, so we met, talked for a minute and never met again. Just now, I walked into my local cafeteria, joined the queue, and who was standing in front of me? The guy with my name. How did I recognise him after all these years? I have a good memory for faces. The point is, for a brief moment in time, two of five people with this name were standing within one square meter of each other, coincidentally. And the most represented name in the cafeteria at that moment was probably our extremely uncommon one. It would’ve been funny if they asked clients’ names for their order, and shouted it out once the food was ready.