A Lada with 3 wheels would not be an unreasonable choice of transport. Ebola would not be a terrible diagnosis. The Stone Roses without John Squire would not be a bad indie band. Waking up in a pool of your own piss, discovering your wife had walked out, then arriving at work to find your office boarded up because the company had gone bust would not constitute a particularly catastrophic morning.
Getting dry-loved by the entire offensive line of the Pittsburgh Steelers would not be an unpleasant experience.
Paying 150 quid to watch Ed Sheeran and all he sings is three blind mice and old McDonald cos he’s tired.