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So we’ve received a box from UPS with the Bed Bath and Beyond logo on it.  I should also mention it is also covered with stickers that say "Fragile – Handle with Care."  The stickers are red with big, bold, white letters that are invisible to the "team" at UPS charged with the safe delivery of said Fragile Box from the BB&B warehouse to my porch.

The left side of the box is completely caved in.   The sticker going around it that says "Don’t sign for this if I’m broken" is just barely hanging on by a thread.   One of the corners is bashed in with holes ripped viciously through the cardboard on 3 sides….

… the thing is, I didn’t have a chance to "not sign" for it because the UPS guy or gal just dropped it on the door mat, knocked as lightly as he or she could and then took off as fast as that brown van/truck thing could go.

So, I want to open it to see if whatever’s inside is intact or destroyed, but if I do that, then I may be destroying the evidence we’d need for UPS to give us some insurance money.   Then again, if we don’t need the insurance because it’s not destroyed, then opening it would be a grand idea.  

My head’s been going in circles on this thing, it’s like I really need to see what’s inside before I can decide if I want to see what’s inside.   In a way, it’s very Quantum.   Much like Schroedinger’s Cat, the contents of that box are both intact and destroyed right this second.    They will remain that way until they are observed.   At which time, popular quantum notion holds, two parallel universes will be created.   Depending on the vibrations of the tiny strings that comprise all known matter, I will then either be conscious in a universe that contains the boxes contents intact or the one in which the boxes contents are salvage.

Which ultimately means that, like fishing, when I go to open the box, I better be "holding my mouth right" if I want to wind up in my preferred universe; that being, of course, the one in which the boxes contents are intact (it’s a big box.)

Or, maybe I wimp out completely, and let Kara open it when she gets home.   Then the fate of the universe lies on her shoulders and not mine.

That may be the best plan. 

Be a lot easier if this was Schroedinger’s Cat instead of a box from Bed Bath and Beyond.   I hate cats.