On a remotely tangentially related note, I dropped my phone face first from about chest height today onto a hardwood floor. Predictably, the screen exploded into tiny bits and I had to shell out more money than I’d like to get it replaced. The thing had actually already been a little cracked for a few months now – this just seemed to be the last injustice my iPhone 6 would tolerate before demanding a trip to the repair shop.
But the bill actually ended up being less than what they quoted on their site, and I got a snazzy haircut with the money I saved.
So yeah. Optimism.