Unreasonable Hospitality Quotes Novels & Stories

He had two plastic cups of coffee in his hands, and when he saw me, he approached and offered me one. “No sugar with a drop of milk. The bartender was kind enough to let me know how you liked it. And I really hope with the coffee to accept my sincere apology. I really didn’t mean to offend you. I was just joking. I’m sorry.” His voice was soft, apologetic. A joke? Come on. I knew what he meant, and he was not joking at all. But I skipped it completely. “Thanks. But I don’t accept things from strangers.” I countered. I teach that basic rule to my children as well. Nothing from people we don’t know.

"I'll place a guard." "Good," I said. "And lock her in the guest chambers too." "That won't be hospitable—" I blew out a frustrated sigh. "You don't get it do you? Hospitality is offered to guests expected, not ghosts that materialise in rags and smiles. And I believe we've been more than hospitable." He set the glass down a little too firmly. "I'm not trying to be cruel," I added. "But this isn't about kindness. It's about safety and security."

I can’t really seem to follow through whatever you are saying. ‘Everything has a beginning, be it bad or good. Whatever we do has repercussions that would either build our Berlin wall or bring down the great walls of China. It’s time we opened our eyes and see the real enemy among ourselves,’ the old man continued speaking ignoring the sentiments from the woman. Ima sat listening to hundred percent jargon. She lacked the energy to chase the stranger away. She only wished if he could tell her how he knew her name. ‘Probably, he asked for the manager from the front desk and one of the workers mentioned my name,’ she thought. Hospitality industry taught people patience and tolerance.

Elena’s expression darkened as she looked coldly at the two people who had just spoken. She was about to respond, but Harold, seated at the front, let out a soft snort and said, “Guests are always welcome. Everyone who attended my birthday banquet today came out of respect for the Bennett family. Regardless of their status, we treat everyone equally. And if anyone is incapable of treating my guests with respect, they have only themselves to blame if I stop being polite to them.”

And then everyone was going to regret touching me and my boyfriend. Patience has never been my best friend. "So how was your stay here?" she asked, grinning widely. "Oh fantastic!" I clapped my hands sarcastically. "It's like I am staying in a 5 star hotel with nothing but stupid people surrounding me." She narrowed her eyes at me. "I don't take well to insults." "Oh, it's wonderful how you instantly assumed you are the stupid I was talking about. But that's okay." I waved her off kindly. "Everyone has the right to be stupid, you just abuse the privilege."

“Enough of this. Despite appearances of intelligence, you are dim beyond belief.” I scoffed. “You're extremely rude. Did you know that? If you really were being hospitable, you wouldn't demean me and threaten my life. So I don't need to behave like a guest. I was never a guest to begin with.” “So your crass behavior is excusable?” he said wryly. I crossed my arms in defiance. “Yes, in fact, it is. Now could you please just let me go? All I'm asking for is to be dropped back off in my woods- wherever's most convenient for you.”

Vincent “should I say thank you for your hospitality?” I said to Alpha Calvin and his beta Derek. Calvin scoffed, his face not giving out any emotion. How I detest this guy. “keep your thank you to yourself. I think I am just good with your money sitting in my account.” I bite down on my lip wishing I could curse him out. “well, I wont say it is a pleasure meeting you in person. You are a terrible host. But I trust that the bridge project will work out just fine in your hands. Richard would be delighted to hear from you.”

he announced as he turned his head a little outwards as he looked at Ulric and Shaun who were still unconscious and he just shrugged and looked back “anytime we have visitors here which we do not have a lot of, we usually love to show our culture and how hospitable we can be” he said turning to flash me a smile at his claim of hospitality but I could not help but notice the irony of it all as for people who were so hospitable they had to bag us and knock us out unconscious and I am sure they also ransacked us while we were unconscious as well which was very not hospitable like. “We are not monsters, it’s polite to be welcoming” he said finishing his speech but I was not in the mood for whate

It made me wonder what the issue was. His dad was filthy wealthy, and super nice — to me, at least. So what could the issue have been? I realized I hadn't said anything I'm response to Rowan's mini speech when my mom pinched my thigh from underneath the table. "Oh, uh.... Thanks..... for the hospitality,"I chuckled awkwardly and silence reigned after that. ....... Thanks for the hospitality?!! How and why the hell did I have to say that!? It sounded super awkward, and to top it all, embarrassing!

"I’ll just grab my things and come back home." "Whose home?" I retort, and he blinks in confusion. "Our home... here," he insists, and I can’t help but laugh again. "I hope my talking isn’t annoying you.. because your face...." he stammers. "No, no please continue talking." I urge, my irritation boiling. "I have nowhere else to go," he claims. "Have you ever heard of the saying " Don't shit where you eat?" I ask as I pull out a stack of papers and slams them down on the coffee table in front of him. "This pretty sums it up."