Phlogistics of a Simple Man

You've passed by Steven Shaw a thousand times and never even noticed him. And that's a shame, because he's a really nice guy. Well, if you work with him or root for the Pirates or love to fish. Not that he'd be rude if he didn't know you. He'd probably just pass you by like you've passed him those thousand times. Except on the thousand-and-first time it was after he'd gotten some bad news at the shop or about his health or maybe the best hitter on his team had been traded. And then he had to stop and actually look. Right straight into your unfamiliar face. And wonder, maybe, where the hell he parked his truck. Because if he notices you, then he's strayed far from his usual path--even if it's only down the road.