If I can’t find something, and I am the only one here, and I haven’t gone anywhere – it stands to reason it’s still here in the house, right?
Especially if it’s not something valuable. No one broke in to steal a half-drunk bottle of lime water, or a 3/4 finished bottle of fizzy purple-hued fruity beverage.
When I was in college, my roommates and I called this The Void. A wormhole into which random things disappear. They re-emerge somewhere. Back then, under a bed in another dorm room across campus, perhaps.
(Surely this is what happens to odd socks!)
Anyway, either one day movers will discover a secret place where all my half-finished beverages have disappeared to (and it does seem to be mostly that, though there’s the odd bit of paperwork I misplace too).
Or maybe, somewhere out there, there’s a home in which partially- drunk beverages that everyone insists are not theirs keep showing up.
I hope it hasn’t been too annoying. But no, it’s not the kids. It was me. Sorry about that… I don’t control where The Void sends things.