No. Not “just one,” movie ticket-taker guy. Or restaurant hostess. And no “we are not waiting for one more,” other restaurant server.
It’s me. Not “just me” or “just one.”
Sounds so marginalizing to qualify a person as “just.”
My brother had a friend whose mother would identify herself at the door or on the phone as “just so-and-so.”
Which made me feel sad for her.
When God creates, there is no “just.”