At one point, Kim came out to ask where the S.O.S soap pads were. She wanted one. I accepted the mission and proceeded to the cabinet in the garage.
There I pondered whether to bring two -- my inclination is always to excess -- or the one she had requested.
"If I bring her one," I thought, "I'll no doubt need to bring her a second one later."
"But if I bring her two," I reconsidered, "she'll probably upbraid me for not honoring her request to the letter."
I decided to extract two pads from the box in the back of the cabinet. One I left in the front of the cabinet, easier of access than before. The second I brought into the house.
Kim was in the bathroom.
I debated whether to hand her the pad myself or not.
"If I give it to her personally," I reflected, "it might seem like I'm trying too hard."
I opted to leave the pad on the corner of the kitchen island, in clear view of anyone coming out of the hall by the bathroom.
On second thought, however, I concluded that the placement might not be obvious enough.
So I subtly nudged the S.O.S pad over to the very edge of the counter, with nearly half of it overhanging.
But then I reconsidered again, and moved it back a bit so that only 30% or so was overhanging.
Kim found it right away.
An hour later, I was summoned to bring a second SOS pad. This time I handed it to her myself.