Not getting “right to the point” is a reason I love living in the South.
Southerners will get to the point, but the journey is circuitous rather than straight. For someone from the south, getting to the point is like driving to Atlanta—you get there faster via the interstate, but you miss all the interesting stops in between.
Not, as my northern friends claim, that southerners are slowed by the hot, humid weather—it’s that we want to know the person to whom we are speaking. We seek details that lend to understanding, thus providing insight into someone’s thinking. We look for the fascinating stops along the way: the sharing of tales, joys and hardships that humanize a person.
Why hurry, the “point” is going to be there.