Dirty dishes on the counter, not stacked. Each one standing alone, like customers waiting in line for shop doors to open, huddled together but not speaking to one another, taking up all the available space so there is not room for another fork or even a toothpick. I come along, say Tsk! and impose order upon them and behold, they fit together like people in an elevator, taking up only one footprint and eliminating congestion, and suddenly my kitchen is almost clean. I feel like a genius among idiots.