Guest Towels....are they for guests?

[AdamSmith]

Ahhh...but what about guest soap? Is it really there for the guests? I say guest soap, unlike guest towels, is definitely for show. I have never ever used someones guest soap...I have sculpted decorated balls of guest soap layed out neatly on a silver platter. Some came from an antique store. If anyone used them, I'd throw them out by their heels.

LMMFAO

 

We just have to accept that Other People Are Obtuse, or worse, and that's the price of having house guests. Thus the wisdom of rich people who have not just guest suites but entirely separate detached structures in which to segregate guests.

 

When the ex and I in Boston lived in a condo in the Residences at the Ritz-Carlton downtown, it was one of the great conveniences that we did not have a guest bedroom. (We set up the second bedroom as a dining room.) So when visitors imposed themselves on us, we bought them their own room, at discounted rates available to us as residents, in the adjacent Ritz hotel.

 

Ah, freedom!

 

(One is not entirely a misanthrope, and has gladly taken ex-convicts [literally] into one's bed and home for weeks on end. Who happened to be all complete gentlemen in how they inhabited the household, in fact neatening up after me. From the discipline of sharing an 8X10 cell with a stranger, possibly. But please, still, insist on the minimum proprieties from those others who propose to stay with us without consenting to fuck us. )

[+ SundayZip]

Oh, the vexing problems of living in a first world country... What should my guests do with my decorative guest towels?

 

I have a fetish for only owning things that combine form and function. Items that are for decoration only, generally do not belong in my home (art and photos hanging on the wall are an exception).

[Rudynate]

With 5 bedrooms and 3 baths, we have a lot of spare room. So we have quite a bit of company. And I have to say, we have great experiences with guests. They clean up after themselves, they stay out of the way, they show their appreciation in suitable ways. The one problem guest is my partner's oldest sister. She's one of those presumptious people. One time, she came for a visit and assumed that a friend of hers would be welcome without even asking us. The friend was coming from Alaska and needed to be picked up at the airport. She was there for 3 days and never lifted a finger. Then she got in a taxi with a cursory "thank you" and went back to Alaska and we never heard from her again.

 

I leave my bathrobe hanging on the back of one of the bathroom doors. One time, the sister came out of the bathroom wearing my bathrobe and going out about how comfortable and fuzzy it was. I didn't say anything, but I thought it was unbelievably presumptious. As soon as she took it off, I put it in my bedroom so that she wouldn't put it on again. Another thing I can't stand is that she plays the piano. I realize I'm pretty territorial about the piano - I see it as my piano, for me to play. And I also realize that normally, a piano is not off-limits to guests, so I don't say anything, even though though hair on the back of my neck is standing up as she's sitting at the piano. She doesn't play badly, but it's so damn loud - there's no art to her playing, she just pounds it out as though she's in a bar or something.

[jjkrkwood]

Ahhh...but what about guest soap? Is it really there for the guests? I say guest soap, unlike guest towels, is definitely for show. I have never ever used someones guest soap...I have sculpted decorated balls of guest soap layed out neatly on a silver platter. Some came from an antique store. If anyone used them, I'd throw them out by their heels.

 

 

Guest soap is useless.....It doesn't even lather.... It would be more considerate of the host to leave a little dish of edible candy, so you can replenish after you take a dump....

[Nvr2Thick]

I will quote myself from the original post: ." I was fine with his using the guest towels (though he did not need to leave them on the floor but that is a separate issue).

I have been in a similar situation as a guest, but I have never used the guest towels.

So, in your mind, are guest towels for guests or are they for show. "

 

My question was really more the point that I do not use the "decorative" guest towels, do you?.

So I am not sure that the Loony Tunes theme applies as you it seems you misread the post.

 

A lot of otherwise reasonable people made it through life oblivious to the knowledge that guest towels are a thing. The other day at lunch with a small group of people one woman was joking about her pet peeve -- restaurant napkin lint on her skirt or slacks. It led to a spirited discussion because three people at the table had no idea that placing the napkin in one's lap was an expectation. Two of these people were college educated, in their late 50s or early 60s, and had been raised in middle class America.

[AdamSmith]

Guest soap is useless.....It doesn't even lather.... It would be more considerate of the host to leave a little dish of edible candy, so you can replenish after you take a dump....

LMMFAO again.

[jjkrkwood]

A lot of otherwise reasonable people made it through life oblivious to the knowledge that guest towels are a thing. The other day at lunch with a small group of people one woman was joking about her pet peeve -- restaurant napkin lint on her skirt or slacks. It led to a spirited discussion because three people at the table had no idea that placing the napkin in one's lap was an expectation. Two of these people were college educated, in their late 50s or early 60s, and had been raised in middle class America.

 

Unless you are jacking off at the table, a napkin on your lap makes absolutely NO sense.

[AdamSmith]

It led to a spirited discussion because three people at the table had no idea that placing the napkin in one's lap was an expectation. Two of these people were college educated, in their late 50s or early 60s, and had been raised in middle class America.

It's always embarrassing visiting Europe and being reminded, without anything being said of course, what they really think of us.

 

To say nothing of Japan or Korea. Where the polite silent demeanors speak even more deafeningly.

[jjkrkwood]

AND, it makes the most USELESS gift to boot ! (Are you listening Santa ?)

 

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[+ glennnn]

@Rudynate

You showed amazing restraint in both cases. I have never had anyone play my piano, nor have I ever even asked to play someone else's. That would be like going through and playing someone's records, or perhaps rearranging the art on the walls. The music or lack of it is part of the whole artistic ambiance of the home and up to the host to control. And the bathrobe........!

[AdamSmith]

@Rudynate

You showed amazing restraint in both cases. I have never had anyone play my piano, nor have I ever even asked to play someone else's. That would be like going through and playing someone's records, or perhaps rearranging the art on the walls. The music or lack of it is part of the whole artistic ambiance of the home and up to the host to control. And the bathrobe........!

"Come up and finger my keys sometime."

[+ glennnn]

"Come up and finger my keys sometime."

 

"I'll be there in nothing flat," I replied sharply. "After all, it's only natural to play a Renaissance Man."

[Rudynate]

It's always embarrassing visiting Europe and being reminded, without anything being said of course, what they really think of us.

 

 

And yet they love us. They love our popular culture, our fashions, they love to visit us, they love our universities, they love our wide, open spaces, our history . . . .

[AdamSmith]

"I'll be there in nothing flat," I replied sharply. "After all, it's only natural to play a Renaissance Man."

In fact it's absurdly easy.

[+ purplekow]

You can tickle my ivories, if I can tickle your tonsils.

[AdamSmith]

And yet they love us. They love our popular culture, our fashions, they love to visit us, they love our universities, they love our wide, open spaces, our history . . . .

Almost everything but our table manners.

 

And our occasionally unfathomable taste in presidents.

[BasketBaller]

Having lived for over 10 years in a house with three boys, whose friends are in and out constantly, I stock the bathroom with bars of Ivory soap and a stack of terry cloth hand towels. Nothing fancy or decorative, and I'm happy if they wash their hands! (They do, I think,)

[Rudynate]

Almost everything but our table manners.

 

And our occasionally unfathomable taste in presidents.

 

When I lived in Europe, I thought it was very amusing to listen to Europeans complain about America and Americans out of one side of their mouths and then turn around and pay four times the price that they would cost in the US for a pair of US-made Levis.

[+ glennnn]

You can tickle my ivories, if I can tickle your tonsils.

 

You know the answer to this one! Cum April......

[AdamSmith]

When I lived in Europe, I thought it was very amusing to listen to Europeans complain about America and Americans out of one side of their mouths and then turn around and pay four times the price that they would cost in the US for a pair of US-made Levis.

Also, an engineering manager with BMW once said to me, approximately: "The reason we Europeans are so conflicted about Americans is that so often you parade around the world acting alternately like children and then short-tempered, shortsighted bullies. But whenever Europe gets itself into the direst kind of emergency, for example World War II, we inevitably depend on America to step in and save us from ourselves."

[Nvr2Thick]

I leave my bathrobe hanging on the back of one of the bathroom doors. One time, the sister came out of the bathroom wearing my bathrobe and going out about how comfortable and fuzzy it was. I didn't say anything, but I thought it was unbelievably presumptious. As soon as she took it off, I put it in my bedroom so that she wouldn't put it on again.

 

A friend used to complain about how rude and overbearing her in-laws were whenever they came to visit. She had been the homewrecker who lured her husband away from his wife and three kids, and his mother and father always made it clear while visiting that they did not approve of the situation. My friend did not have her home set up with a proper guest room, so the master became the guest room for visitors. She confessed to us that when the in-laws were coming she'd make sure she and her husband had sex a few times in the days before they arrived, and she'd make up the bed as neat as a pin but with the same dirty sheets.

[+ Eric Hassan]

With 5 bedrooms and 3 baths, we have a lot of spare room. So we have quite a bit of company. And I have to say, we have great experiences with guests. They clean up after themselves, they stay out of the way, they show their appreciation in suitable ways. The one problem guest is my partner's oldest sister. She's one of those presumptious people. One time, she came for a visit and assumed that a friend of hers would be welcome without even asking us. The friend was coming from Alaska and needed to be picked up at the airport. She was there for 3 days and never lifted a finger. Then she got in a taxi with a cursory "thank you" and went back to Alaska and we never heard from her again.

 

I leave my bathrobe hanging on the back of one of the bathroom doors. One time, the sister came out of the bathroom wearing my bathrobe and going out about how comfortable and fuzzy it was. I didn't say anything, but I thought it was unbelievably presumptious. As soon as she took it off, I put it in my bedroom so that she wouldn't put it on again. Another thing I can't stand is that she plays the piano. I realize I'm pretty territorial about the piano - I see it as my piano, for me to play. And I also realize that normally, a piano is not off-limits to guests, so I don't say anything, even though though hair on the back of my neck is standing up as she's sitting at the piano. She doesn't play badly, but it's so damn loud - there's no art to her playing, she just pounds it out as though she's in a bar or something.

 

Couldn't you just put up some of those red velour ropes around the piano and a sign that says "Don't Touch My Fucking Piano, Gail" or whatever her name is?

 

With regards to the thread, I hate using monogrammed guest towels but that is because I've got tactile issues and they feel horrible on my hands. The only time I casually toss a towel on the floor is after we've finished wiping up our cum.

 

I also believe it's never impolite to explain your expectations about where the towels end up, or to ask if you are an uncertain guest.

[Rudynate]

Also, an engineering manager with BMW once said to me, approximately: "The reason we Europeans are so conflicted about Americans is that so often you parade around the world acting alternately like children and then short-tempered, shortsighted bullies. But whenever Europe gets itself into the direst kind of emergency, for example World War II, we inevitably depend on America to step in and save us from ourselves."

 

Even now, Germans haven't forgotten the Marshall Plan.

[Rudynate]

Couldn't you just put up some of those red velour ropes around the piano and a sign that says "Don't Touch My Fucking Piano, Gail" or whatever her name is?

 

 

Leave it to you to think of a great solution.

[+ glennnn]

I've spent much time in Western Europe and love it and Europeans, but I think it is almost time to lay the myth of the Ugly American (born post WWII) to rest. On one hand, we are expected to welcome all people, with all of their cultural, physical, religious, language quirks in to America without shaming, denigrating or expecting them to change. On the other hand, we are expected to be flawless in our performance of every detail of polite intercourse any where we visit. To make fun of or be rude to a guest who stumbles is bad manners anywhere and the very definition of provincial behavior. To criticize or belittle the customs of the place you are visiting is gauche. I have rarely visited (never?) A country where I couldn't greet the locals in their own language and tried very hard to learn and follow the rules of courtesy. I have been rudely treated because I failed, and played host for a week to a German family who, apparently, found nothing to approve in my home and told me so constantly. Bad tourists are bad tourists no matter where they originate or travel!

 

My goodness! How do I get down off this rickety soapbox?? Sorry