Who Ordered This Raft?!

Hi Readers:

Oh, the raft? Well the middle of last week the RPD guy left off this huge, I mean refrigerator-sized, box at the back door. Bakery delivery guy had a fit cause he couldn't get his truck in. Anyway, the carton turns out to be an inflatable raft--complete with oars no less--addressed to Edna's Loon Center Cafe. No bill. At first we thought it was another one of those romantic gifts  Edna's husband, Mr. Edward T. Slurry, likes to send her, but no, he said he would never send us anything like that. What would we do with a thing like that anyway? Edna assigned me the job of figuring out where this raft thing came from and, more to the point, when's it going back. Nobody here ordered an inflatable raft. I asked. 

Meanwhile Earl says it might not hurt anything to try the raft out on the lake. I gotta get Edna's approval for that. It might not be returnable if we get it wet. But if it keeps on raining, I could use the thing to get to work.

May your week be less confusing.
Jenn

PS RPD is the Rapid Parcel Delivery Service, a local company that takes hand-offs from the big guys.