Well... I think it's come to pass...
My lovely Louie mug has gone missing at work... I'm not sure if he was broken, misplaced or stolen... Nobody is fessing up as to where he could be... He's just missing... Each day the coworkers who know how much I love Louie ask me if I've found him... They're disheartened when I tell them he hasn't turned up yet... Mugs get broken, things can be replaced and reprinted. Money comes and goes. It isn't his cost that upsets me. He was like my unofficial partner... I started every work day with him for going on 6 years. So for someone to have carelessly treated him like just another lead paint cup... That they broke or took him... And now they won't just admit the truth about what became of him... I just wish I had an answer... It seems silly to be upset over a coffee mug, but it really says alot about my coworkers... Someone knows what happened to him. They know I wanna know. And they're content to just let me wonder... Louie. Come home.