The nobody man glanced at me as he asked the question that had been said a thousand times that day
With his hair swept back in trying to regain some of his youth ,his crumpled shirt old and stained from his over washing over wearing and over ironing ,the collars turned at the edges looking like the wings on plane about to depart.He wore a thin black tie that was so nondescript that made you wonder why bother ...this was the nobody man .
Nobody man was born somebody someday yet today he was nobody leading his nobody life in his nobody hut asking the same questions he'd asked for the last 20 years,nobody was somebody someday.
Did he have a wife, kids a life ? Did anyone care? as long as Mr nobody said to everybody the same question that had been said a thousand times that day.
I'm glad I met Mr nobody today as his question meant that I was somebody to someone today,just for that briefest of moments I became somebody instead of nobody.
So when you see Mr nobody just remember that someday you will be asking the question
Just like Mr nobody !!!