The Bottle Cap
We were in the car coming back feom somewhere and somehow everything rolled forward in the car and I saw the cap for my water bottle go flying.
The backstory here is that all I drink these days is water and I have a half-dozen water bottles that I rotate.
Losing one would be devastating.
"Where'd that cap go?" I asked.
"I'll find it when we get home," Kathy said.
But she didn't.
Neither did I.
I moved the seats forward. I picked up the floor mats. I dug between the seats.
Nothing!
Now, I'm well aware that a normal person can take such things in stride.
It's just a water bottle.
Yet, the next day, I was a bit of a mental mess.
Where was it?
At each stop, I retraced my steps, digging under the seats, and the same floor mats.
Nothing!
I sent a text in the direction of home.
“Maybe the cap bounced into your purse."
"Still looking for it? LOL?"
Funny for her because she knows it was driving me crazy.
I decided to end it right then and there.
I pulled into the Dollar General and plunked down $10 for a new water bottle.
Still not perfect.
The new bottle wasn't red, like the old one.
But I said farewell.
Swallowed hard.
Stopped obsessing!
Three days later, the bottle cap came up again.
“Did you find it?" Kathy asked, chiding me.
"No!"
I actually bought two more bottles with caps.
So, I'm way ahead of the game now...
...but I'm still looking.
It's not bothering me at all.
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