There was this woman, no 4 star chef, but decent and desirous of giving it her best. She was willing to feed just about anyone that asked, and it was common knowledge that her home was open to all. Many people would come and bring a loaf of bread, or a bottle of wine to share. Some of the people she liked, some she had no real affinity for, some even urked her some, but she wanted everyone to feel at home, so she turned no one away. A stranger, complaining of being hungry, happened by. She set about the task of doing her best, though it took her some time. She set the meal before him, feeling as though she had done a good deed, and happy to have been able to provide the stranger with nourishment. The man then proceeded to critique her hard work rather harshly. He, a total stranger to her. He said that he could get better swill from a garbage bin, and asked when she was going to serve a better meal than this? He harshly told her she should try harder, and that it should be forthcoming immediately. It wasn't as if she could possibly have anything better to do, and it was obviously not as if she didn't have the money to do so. He complained that she took too long to bring it. He complained that the seasonings were wrong. He complained that she used cheap ingredients. He complained that she was not forthcoming with ideas for how she was going to do better next time. He complained that her home was not neat. He complained that she had not offered him her best china. He complained that she had not offered him a bed. He complained that she was nicer to the people who had come over more often. And he was angry when she got upset and asked him to please be a little more appreciative, and a little more polite in her home. He was even surprised and more angry when she finally lost her temper and asked him to leave.

Sound familiar?