Here's a nice story: last night C came over and we had Indian food. He mentioned something about how all of my spoons are dirty. I admitted that I had eaten some ice cream the night before, using the last spoon, and I haven't run my dishwasher yet. He told me that the previous night he had seen there was only one spoon left, and he had washed a dirty spoon by hand for himself in order to leave the last clean spoon for me, in case I needed it. It may seem silly, but that strikes me as such a sweet and thoughtful gesture.