HAT OFF

For people with OCD (joejoe), it is quite frustrating and especially difficult to accept when something mysteriously disappears. You can safely say that this causes a necessary dose of panic in the upper room. Because that happened recently when my favorite cap suddenly was no longer hanging on the coat rack. And also not on the shelf next to my desk in the editorial office. Where was the thing and especially: how could my favorite just take off? I also don't know what is worse at such a moment: the fact that the favorite could no longer go on the bike or the fact that it happens to ME that something just gets lost. Weeks flew by, but the hook remained empty and so did the spot on the shelf next to my desk. My cap was gone and I really had to look for a replacement. But yes, try to find that perfection again (something with a big head and an allergy to tight lids). After a lot of surfing on the internet and fitting sessions in the city, it was my best friend who rescued me from my suffering. Or should I say my friends from Scotch & Soda? From now on, one hangs on the hook and one lies next to my laptop. At least it saves me and my surroundings a lot of misery.