I'm not invited to sit so i stand and i wait for a cup of coke but then i'm brought a small warm cup of milk that you got 4 weeks ago from a fucking vending machine. and i just want to leave and go home and you, you haven't even tried so why are things so wrong you've said nothing in reply to any of my cries and my stomache's cramping up and it's so hot in here i've been wondering why you've never got air conditioning and there's no tv to watch in this boring house and i can't take it anymore so i'll leave to go home. and you call this hospitality, i call it shit please show me the dooooor