Clean

My friend Carol writes from Scotland (she has just started a one-year travelfest!)

Hoping to find some distant relatives, she asks questions of a local shopkeeper.

Carol reports that after a while, the man kindly informs her that "he has run out of hospitality" - and heads to the back of his shop to peel vegetables.

How clean is that? No suffering through a conversation he has outgrown, no pretending to be interested when he no longer is, no inventing a reason to exit.

Just clean.

Clean "this is how I feel and I can kindly share this with you." 

What an honor it is to be treated this way.

And I bet the Scottish accent was fun, too.