I am a refugee.... Living my daily life from my trusty Nike bag.. sometimes with an additional paper bag. Most of my weekends is spent throwing laundry into the washing machine, packing fresh laundry into my bag and getting ready for the week ahead... My trusty bag is also breaking apart.. But it has served me long.. maybe it will soon give me an excuse to go shopping for another one..
I am no one.. People will forget easily. It's true.. I am physically there but I don't make enough impact for people to remember. My name is in that position on paper and turns up when something goes wrong or someone is needed to take the blame or cover. But otherwise, I am invisible..
I am a spare tyre.. I will stand in when others are unable to meet their own commitments.. It's like being on a baseball or a volleyball team.. You normally pick balls, you only get to play when the coach is desperate for a replacement or fill in for their star players. I am the spare tyre that is always very well hidden in the boot, only taken out when one of the main tyres burst... After the main tyre is fixed, the spare tyre goes back into hiding again.. haha...
What am I?
Who am I?
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