“Kelly, have you ever heard about Schrodinger’s cat?”

“No, Bob, I have not.  Does he work at Lockheed Martin?”

“No.  Schrodinger was a physicist.  He theorized that if he put his cat in a box with poison and closed the lid, he would not know if the cat was alive or dead, thus creating a paradox.”

“Why didn’t he just open the box?  And what sort of weirdo poisons his cat just to prove a theory?”

“Kelly, you aren’t getting it.  It was a theory.  He didn’t kill his cat. He was a physicist.”

“That is the stupidest thing I ever heard.  Its like asking, ‘If a tree falls in the forest, and there is nobody to hear it, does it make a sound?’.  Who cares?”

“Kelly, you don’t understand physics.”

“I don’t have to understand physics to know that is just dumb.  When you leave the house and you’re out of my sight, I don’t know if you are dead or alive either.  But you don’t see anyone telling me I’m a brilliant physicist.”

“I’m not going to talk to you about this anymore, Kelly.”

“Good.  But you better stay away from my damn cat.”

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