Somewhere once upon a time a man was born, though he wasn't a man yet.  But then he grew up and became a man and did lots of things and then he went to a restaurant diner/travel station somewhere in Pennsylvania.  In that diner he went to the bathroom, and upon entering he heard me say to my friend Brian, "Green dress pants?  You can't have green dress pants. Only Mr. Green from Clue can wear green dress pants," and then after that Brian and I were out of the bathroom.

And that is the only line I will ever deliver in the play of that man's life.

He had been existing in his own world, living his own experiences, making his own choices, for years and years, totally oblivious of my existence.  And then just like that, he entered stage left into the restroom and brushed by me, hearing me say something of green dress pants. 

Who knows what future wardrobe decisions I may have affected?  Perhaps that man ran an entire line of dress clothing for men, and had been wondering how to expand his inventory.  Or maybe he was feeling down, but long ago in his life he used to play a lot of clue and he was always Mr. Green and he always won.  Or just maybe he had been taking a lot of flak from his boss, who wore green dress pants to work daily, and the comment emboldened him. 

It's simply odd that he had been living all of life from his perspective, waking up to his struggles, lying down at night reflecting on his days, for so long, and finally we had brushed by one another.  The world is one giant playing field of agents set into motion from their births who suddenly become deep friends or lovers with one another, or perhaps just brush by one another in a bathroom or stand next to each other at a bus stop.

The only thing really preventing us from all getting together is the amount of people there are.  But I always dream that one day all of humanity will get together and do the electric slide. 

Until that day though, we'll just have to be lovers and forgivers of the people that make up the cast of our life.