The lost rake saga or It's Gone Man, Get on With Your Life.

This has been going on for about 3 weeks with this guy talking to everyone with ears about his lost rake, emailing and calling etc. every form of communication known to mankind with the same result.  Nobody knows where the lost rake is!    I am now waiting for the sign language version...

I received another email this morning...

Hi Roxanne, We are trying to locate a lost rake, my son had brought

it in for service a project last week.  He was instructed to leave it in

the commons, he returned after swimming and he noticed it was in the main

office which was locked.  We asked the next day or so and no one seems to

know anything about it.  My son had written a note to you asking if you knew

about it.  I hope you have our rake because my son followed directions from

the school.

Can you please follow up to me on the whereabouts of our rake.

Sincerely

Crazy Rake Guy

Yeah,  the rake is missing...  I got that...

A) We've already told you several times that we do not have it, and we do not know it's whereabouts.  Sorry.

B)The office was locked after business hours?  The hell you say...

C) I answer the phones here,  I'm not the lost rake department.

D) No, your son did not write me a note about it, if he did, I would have told him again that I don't have his rake - There was no note.

E) Take care of your things, they are yours.  Shouldn't your son be looking for this rake since it was, after all, his rake and his responsibility?   Hmmmm.... funny how that works...

But, evidently I am now in charge of the location of their missing rake.  Really? Really?

Is it a golden rake? An heirloom perhaps? Handed down from generation to generation? Does it hold the sentimental value of times gone by when you and your father used the rake to make a giant leaf pile to jump into?  Oh those glorious autumn days of yore...  Hot cider and leaf raking, gathering it up into those big orange bags and putting them on the curb...  Good times, good times.

Guess what,  jimmy crack corn, and I don't give a fuck about your rake.

I  get that you want your rake back but, once again, we haven't seen it, and no amount of correspondence is going to change that!

Still not understanding why you think that I should to know were it is since I have never laid eyes on it and have told you this...     It's gone man, let it go.

Hey, I know where you can get another for $12.49.

I'm sure if the rake is not found, I will be asked to replace it, since of course all of this is somehow my responsibility. 

Oh shit - the phone is ringing and it is him, I just know it!