Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

Grouch Man

Every day he comes in late, with a frown and a snarl.
I do not know his name. I secretly think of him as grouch man.
He is a young man, possibly out of college a year or two.
He took this job without thinking about moving closer.

The traffic was horrible today he says in a mean way.
No one replies because I am the only one around.
The teacher’s sign in sheet is across from my office.
I have been here for a couple of hours by the time he arrives.

About the third month of school I turned around and asked
“Where do you live?” He told me and I said “You should leave earlier.”
He is still griping to others, but he wisely keeps his mouth shut
Around me. I am not about to keep hearing this until the end of the year.

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M. L. Kiser December 1, 2019 at 9:46 AM Haha, Mama put him in his place. Why do the younger generations leave so late for work? They know there's going to be delays and lots of traffic.

Ilene Bauer November 30, 2019 at 5:15 PM ha! good for you, caren! seems like it worked... Caren Krutsinger December 1, 2019 at 8:41 AM I was the only person he did not continue to annoy with his "it is everyone else's fault" chatter. He only stayed a year.