When a stranger does something nice for me, I say thank you—numerous times. These are not grande gestures but simple acts of kindness—picking up a toy my baby drops, helping me with my bags while I carry my child—every human should be practising, every day. It’s more common sense than kindness, actually. And yet, I feel the need to thank the person over and over again. My husband laughs at me for being so over-the-top. Do I expect the worst in people and so when they surprise me, I feel the need to thank them five times? I don’t know.