The Prodigal Descendent Drops In
Leaned on the counter
a snag in her thin white sweater
paint-spattered hands
spread out flat
said
Hello, stranger
and I do mean stranger
Don’t call me by my nickname
Don’t ask how my cat is
and by the way he died
some time back.
Now get to the point
what is it that you want
or should I say
how much?
4/11/19
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
The older I get, the more I admire people who get straight to the point and don’t bother with the pretence that an interaction is anything more than it is. Maybe that is because I myself am becoming more abrupt with each passing year.
I realize the same thing is happening to me. I feel I am more impatient with people than I ever was, or maybe I am just indulging myself. Oh dear.