Telephone a restaurant requesting a good table and you may be told that all are excellent, only to be seated in an undesirable location known to insiders as Siberia. Call a hot venue and you’ll be lucky even to get in.
One of the public libraries I use regularly has a box where people can donate their old eyeglasses. Whenever I see it, I regret having nothing to contribute. That’s because I’ve let my personal experience trump my economic good sense.