SilverFinger
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- Woodstock, Georgia
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The most bizarre incident I've ever had MD'ing....
I'm still so beside myself because of this, I hope I can express it.
So, I live in a set of duplexes built in the 50's to house WWII vets - converted to homes. I'm out on MY property, MD'ing, having a great time, forgetting my troubles when I hear "HEY BUDDY" through my headphones. I ignore him. "HEY YOU" he shouts. I look up thinking it was some pinhead curious as to what I'm finding.
I SWEAR TO GOD THIS STORY IS TRUE. He owns a **** pit bar across the street from my house. He walks over and asks me what I'm doing. I swear to God, my head started spinning around. I say "excuse me?" he asks me if the owner of the place knows I'm there. I tell him, I own the place (it's common property) I tell him, I LIVE HERE. It proceeds to escalate. I ask him what the HELL business is it of his? We exchange words. He flips me off and walks away (as I was digging my 2nd merc).
Mind you, I've lived here 19 years. I see this jock bonehead loadin' up on his liquor almost every day.
A few minutes later, some old broad walks over and asks me the same thing. I'm LIVID at this point. "Why the hell are you doing this to me?" I ask. I'm 50 effing years old for Gods sake. I LIVE HERE. This is MY HOME, understand?
"Do they know you're digging up their yard?" WHO? I ask? Me? "What do you think I'm doing here? - See my little hole? - Who the hell are you?". Tells me she's had the bar there 25 years and is a 'neighborhood watcher'. My heads about to pop off at this point.
The nerve of these 2 is STUNNING. It truly defies all human logic. They have NOTHING to do with the complex I live in. Nothing. Yet they actually feel compelled and justified to walk over and ask me if the person who owns the place (ME) knows I'm digging up their yard. I invited her to please call the police. Can you imagine how city cops would react if they told them there's a guy out here with a metal detector digging up his property?
I've had a few run ins, but NOTHING like this. And I SWEAR every word I'm telling you is the truth.
What is it about this hobby that people find so offensive where somebody without the least bit of authority thinks they can get away with that?
I had no choice but to get angry and give both of them a piece of my mind. This place has bikers ripping out at 2:00, have the police there 2-3 a month and he has the AUDACITY to tell me he's caring about the neighborhood?
I'm still so beside myself because of this, I hope I can express it.
So, I live in a set of duplexes built in the 50's to house WWII vets - converted to homes. I'm out on MY property, MD'ing, having a great time, forgetting my troubles when I hear "HEY BUDDY" through my headphones. I ignore him. "HEY YOU" he shouts. I look up thinking it was some pinhead curious as to what I'm finding.
I SWEAR TO GOD THIS STORY IS TRUE. He owns a **** pit bar across the street from my house. He walks over and asks me what I'm doing. I swear to God, my head started spinning around. I say "excuse me?" he asks me if the owner of the place knows I'm there. I tell him, I own the place (it's common property) I tell him, I LIVE HERE. It proceeds to escalate. I ask him what the HELL business is it of his? We exchange words. He flips me off and walks away (as I was digging my 2nd merc).
Mind you, I've lived here 19 years. I see this jock bonehead loadin' up on his liquor almost every day.
A few minutes later, some old broad walks over and asks me the same thing. I'm LIVID at this point. "Why the hell are you doing this to me?" I ask. I'm 50 effing years old for Gods sake. I LIVE HERE. This is MY HOME, understand?
"Do they know you're digging up their yard?" WHO? I ask? Me? "What do you think I'm doing here? - See my little hole? - Who the hell are you?". Tells me she's had the bar there 25 years and is a 'neighborhood watcher'. My heads about to pop off at this point.
The nerve of these 2 is STUNNING. It truly defies all human logic. They have NOTHING to do with the complex I live in. Nothing. Yet they actually feel compelled and justified to walk over and ask me if the person who owns the place (ME) knows I'm digging up their yard. I invited her to please call the police. Can you imagine how city cops would react if they told them there's a guy out here with a metal detector digging up his property?
I've had a few run ins, but NOTHING like this. And I SWEAR every word I'm telling you is the truth.
What is it about this hobby that people find so offensive where somebody without the least bit of authority thinks they can get away with that?
I had no choice but to get angry and give both of them a piece of my mind. This place has bikers ripping out at 2:00, have the police there 2-3 a month and he has the AUDACITY to tell me he's caring about the neighborhood?
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