Schrödinger's cat.

It occurred to me while talking to one of my folks today that the situation with these clowns across the street bears an uncanny resemblance to the general idea behind that damn cat.

If I don't know for certain that they're parked in front of my house, I can get angry, but there's no sense in committing any actual emotional resources to it since there's no proof either way.

But the second I get that proof, I'm 200% pissed when I see that they're squatting on that spot.

...And I'm thinking I may just end up losing my goddamn mind over this.

Which is a pity, because this is a stupidly trivial thing to be up in arms about.