If my years working at a restaurant give me any air of authority on this matter...the customers have not thrown out the teensy spoons. The teensy spoons are adorable, and thus the customer have stolen them. I've heard the gushing first-hand: "Oh, it's precious! Oh, it's like a spoon for a doll! Oh, OH!" in that near-orgasmic state only a middle-aged woman can reach over cuteness. Either that, or the dishwashers tossed 'em instead of cleaning 'em.