I love it when, late on a warm humid evening, or early on a cool foggy morning, the electric wires out front hiss and crackle in the wet air, the current abandoning its engineered path to spark and pop pointlessly but pleasingly. I don’t know why I love it. It’s presumably "a bad thing" from a well-maintained-city-infrastructure point of view. But love it I do. What pointless-but-pleasing thing do you love?