Alright. Second quarter. We moved 18,340 parcels, up 12 percent. We lost 3. One was found. One was eaten. One is, to this day, a mystery, and the leading theory is the dishwasher.
Fuel costs rose to $41,200, mostly on account of the Rumbler idling while Gus finishes his nap in the cab. Revenue came in at $286,900. After wages, treats, and the settlement with the hedge people, we netted a modest profit and a lot of fur on the seats.
Thank you all. Back to work. Bring your own tuna to the Friday meeting.
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