The Polite

avec breviloquent moments revealing the underpinnings of a latent sociopath (just take a bit longer to look right in their eyes), muttering in the most amicable way that can be mustered, the polite offer up their assessment of you--- “you are looking good!” “have you lost weight?” “so happy to see you here, i wondered if i would” & the list of mentally rehearsed slime rolls out the mouth & down the chin, like the proverbial butter dribbling off the side of the proverbial biscuit--- be a dear would you & go to the kitchen to get them a bowl to dribble into (if they insist on continuing to dribble) or if they are in a rush to be somewhere, a napkin or cloth with which to wipe up--- muchas gracias.