I know…SOAP PUMPS? What could be more boring??
But here me out. You see, a long time ago when I was just out of college and living a particle-board-and-milk-crate-furniture lifestyle, a friend of mine confided in me that it was his personal horror to see dish soap out on the counter. I was young and impressionable and he was hip and fashionable so from that moment forward I banished my dish soap to the dark, musty area under the sink also known as where-random-cleaning-stuff-goes-to-die.
I lived this dish-soap-free-counter existence for quite some time having also made the decision that I never wanted to ever live somewhere that didn't have a dishwasher.
And then I had a baby and thus the dish-soap-under-the-counter philosophy of kitchen design became a royal pain in the arse – you never realize how annoying it is to go and fetch it everytime you need it until you have bottles and nipples and teethers, etc. et. al. to be cleaned every ten minutes.
(not the worst offender out there stylistically, but still not necesarily kitchen design sensitive)