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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