Pizza and Pessimism


“There’s a slice of pizza missing,” my son announces.

When I got home from work, there were two slices left over from last night. I ate one and left one for him.

“I calibrated my appetite for two slices,” he says.

“The pessimist,” I say, “sees that there’s one slice missing. The optimist sees that there’s one slice left.”

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