My dad always tells me, "Jill, you could go down the shitter and come up smelling like roses."
Will just got home from his holiday and asked what my plans were for the week, when I told him that I couldn't go to Spain until I had a new phone, [and I apologized profusely for losing it since they did, after all, give me the phone]. He said, "No big deal, they're like 10 Francs for a new phone. Oh but here's an idea..." and he comes downstairs with the mobile phone that they give to guests. So now I have a phone, an extra night at a different hostel and a 7:30 train to Barcelona!