My husband bought me new earbuds because mine are “disgusting.” One day I didn’t notice they were hanging out of my purse and dragged them up Mass Ave for an unknown amount of time and scraped the hell out of them. They work fine and they don’t hurt or anything, but David was like, “No. Those are gross. You need new ones. Here.”
And I don’t think I can properly explain at this time of night and in a tumblr post how sweet this is. He noticed and remembered this tiny thing and fixed it because he doesn’t want me to have yucky earbuds. And he knows I wouldn’t have replaced them until they stopped working or if they started hurting my ears or something.