When I am drinking a bottle of beer in the garden, I look forward to chucking the empty bottle onto the lawn. I will usually leave it lying there, sometimes for a couple of days, before slotting it back into place in the crate from whence it came.
I get great satisfaction from lobbing an empty bottle onto a soft surface this way. The flight of the bottle (usually a parabola) and the 'thunk' sound when it hits. These sensory pleasures combined with the faintly subversive gesture of throwing away a used object, both disrespecting it and 'loving' its heavy murky-coloured bottleness.
A similar though not as sweet pleasure comes from slamming an empty bottle, cup or glass down onto a wooden table. This might annoy (slightly) anyone with me who does not take kindly to sudden, loud noises. My pleasure is generally not lessened by this, as I tend to rationalise my action.
People who make a fuss about sudden noises are most likely those who are squeamish about certain foods.
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