A Chance Meeting

Walking down the street, I noticed a man spinning in circles on the sidewalk.

Curious, I stopped to ask his name.

"Jesus of Nazareth," he replied, "the son of Mary."

We made small talk for a while, then he asked me:

"Have they noticed me, yet?"

I looked around at all the other people out that day. A mother scolded a toddler. A girl walked past on her cellphone, oblivious to the two of us standing there. Some protesters screamed about taxes on the corner waving signs and crosses.

"No," I replied, "I don't think so."

"Pity," he said, furrowing his brow. "I've been standing out here for quite some time now."

"I'm sorry."

"Oh, I'm not complaining," he reassured me as a lopsided grin crossed his face, "but a guy gets lonely, you know?"

Sympathetic, I stayed with him.

Now we both spin in circles waiting on someone to notice.