I have a very good friend, who's father was a highly successful architect. He lived on the 16th hole of a nice private golf course. By the 16th hole, even the best of golfers get a little tired, and some of their t-shots ended up in his yard, an pinging against the side of his house, denting his cedar. You would think this would annoy the architect, but just the opposite, he collected the errant golf balls, and used them for his play. He never purchased a golf ball again, and gave many of them away to friend and family.
In fact, one of the greatest thrills of this highly successful architect, was to walk the fairways of the golf course, before and after hours. And when he came across a fully-undamaged tee, it made his day. Yes, a tee, the kind that sell for a dollar a gross.
That's why messers Baskin & Robbins created 31 flavours.