One man's pet cat is another's dinner.
One man's banjo is another's torment.
One man's horse is another's stuffed animal.
One man's political view is another's myopia.
One man's jelly beans are another's tooth decay.
One man's frying pan is another's skillet.

I'm on a roll here:

One man's scrap heap is another's headache.
One man's headache is another's treasure.
One man's music is another's noise.

So spake the voice of Harleson the Third Steinkopfer in an overheard radio transmission originating near Alpha Centauri. I heard it in stereo, no doubt caused by simultaneous transmissions from the binary star.