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Mike, meet Mike

I know a disproportional number of Mikes. Not too many as my close personal friends, but everyone (almost) at work, at the gym, and in the store seems to be named Mike. I usually have a pretty hard time remembering people’s names, but it makes things a lot easier when all you have to remember is one name. I even have a Mike at work who’s last name is Jackson. I try not to moonwalk too much when he’s around.

So, if you run into a guy you don’t know and strike up a conversation, just call him Mike and watch how he lights up, in total disbelief, surprised that you knew his name.