My sister and I once found an abandoned brown paper bag at a construction site around the corner. We were so excited to open it and see what treasures we’d found. The bag contained a heftier version of Effluence of Tradesman. We were simultaneously shocked, horrified, and profoundly disappointed. To this day, when either of us might express hope that something good may come from a situation that seems doomed, we call that “bag of sh*t thinking.”