Sir, there is no settling the point of precedency between a louse and a flea.
I don't trust happiness. I turn it over as if it were a glass at a flea market or a rug at a souk, looking for chipped rims or loose threads.
I literally in the New York flea market - just when I was despairing of ever having a great serendipitous find - found a 1926 Chanel.
I actually picked up copies of Decline I and II at a flea market once. I walked out without paying.
You never know when you're going to get an opportunity.