You can always tell when I’ve had visitors. How? Well, by the cups. The cups sitting on my coffee table in the living room. The cups which are usually half full. Or half empty. Or whichever way you prefer to look at it.
You see, local custom has it that you don’t empty whatever the host has set before you. That’s impolite. Instead, every time after people have visited me, I have a bunch of cups filled with whatever drinks I’ve offered (usually water, the preferred beverage around here). And I am left to deal with that.
I guess, my plants are happy, though. Because instead of normal (filthy) tap water, they get the privilege of being served good and fine drinking water. What a treat!