I'm in mourning.
I weep for an old friend I lost on Monday.
That friend being my favorite plastic bowl.
Yeah, yeah, big lead up, heckuva let down, right? Well, I weep all the same if that's okay with you.
Nearly 14 years ago, I purchased a Rubbermaid Servin' Saver bowl. It was one of my first purchases for college. One of those things you know you're going to need when you live in a dorm that has no kitchen and you will need to cook things every once in a while in a microwave or store things in a minifridge. So I bought it.
It went with me to two colleges, four dorm rooms, three apartments, two states, five cities, and three jobs.
It was beat to death, stained by pasta sauce, and pock-marked where heated contents melted away the inner protective coating.
But it never once gave out on me. I used it for cooking, storage, and eating. And I loved it for its tenacity.
And now it's gone.
At my new job, we have a dishwasher in one of the breakrooms. And, once in a while, when I use it to cook something that I have difficulty washing out by hand, I'll put the bowl in the dishwasher. So I did just that this past Friday.
On Monday, I went in to grab my bowl to use for lunch... and it was gone.
I checked cabinets, the microwave, the sink, even the garbage can and recycle bin. Nothing.
I pray somebody just decided to use it and will eventually return it. But, for now, I can only assume the worst.
It may seem like just a stupid bowl, but it's been many places with me and I planned to use it until the day I die... or it dies... whichever came first. I actually had a slightly sentimental attachment to it.
Even Katie knew exactly what I was talking about when I came home Monday night and told her "my bowl is gone." Her eyes widened and even she got a weepy look in her face. She's known the bowl for our entire relationship and used it herself many times back in college.
I can't bring myself to buy a new one.
It's too soon.
I need to know, for certain, what became of my Rubbermaid friend.