Act like you own the place. Confidence and not ''looking suspicious''
will get you a long way.
If you look shifty, shady, etc people will be a lot more suspicious
than if you're closely examining the elements of nature (even if it
does involve tupperware).
**See funny story below if you want the long version....
-Steve and Heidi
(Steve often acts like he's teaching Heidi field botany when others
walk by)
Funny story: While in Myrtle Beach with HER parents, Steve and
Heidi decided to grab a certain letterbox that's in a...more
developed (?) area next to a firehouse and some lower-income housing.
Doc (heidi's dad) is a real BS'er and could sell ice to Eskimos as
they sat on a glacier. Steve runs out to the edge of a pond... which
was really a water retention basin...and brings it back to log-in in
the truck. Just then 4 kids on bikes decide to gather on the
boardwalk about 10 feet from the box.
After we waited 20 minutes for them to leave we devised a plan. S,
H and D approached the kids. Doc played the lost tourist and took a
map and Heidi to ask for directions to the Pavilion. If you've EVER
been in Myrtle Beach you KNOW where the Pavilion is!!! Long story
short, the kids got so involved trying to help they never noticed
Steve slipping the letterbox back into place...we got
directions...and we got the heck outta there! Moral: If you don't
want to act like you own the place, just play plain dumb!
Tactics: was Re: Any ideas on how to be discreet??
6 messages in this thread |
Started on 2004-08-26
Tactics: was Re: Any ideas on how to be discreet??
From: Steve and Heidi (stephenholyfield@sbcglobal.net) |
Date: 2004-08-26 07:17:28 UTC
Re: [LbNA] Tactics: was Re: Any ideas on how to be discreet??
From: The Prynce (tptp@bellsouth.net) |
Date: 2004-08-26 05:13:26 UTC-04:00
I've been to this letterbox, too! I love it because you HAVE to be clever
to keep all the little from paying any attention to what you're doing.
When we got there, my friend was wearing an 'Evolution' shirt (it's a
wrestling thing) and they ran up to him patting him on the back and things
and they were like "Randy Orton!" then I was like "Eh?" and they were like
"Kane!" (I have long-Kane-ish hair) and Darrell and I were confused so we
just played around with them like "yeah that's right, kid" and then just
ignored them and they ran off into the center of the park and started doing
wrestling moves on each other then looking at us for approval after each one.
So we got to the places where the side-walk and little pier/deck thing meet
up and I didn't know which side to look on so Darrell squatted down
pretending to tie his shoe at the right side while I stood thinking of how
to check the left.
Luckily it was to the right and we took the box and went onto the pier,
stamped (which wasn't easy and took about ten minutes as we has to use one
person as a lookout while the other stamped) and went to put it back.
We went to put it back and neither of us knew what to do so we stood at the
end of the pier wondering what to do when it hit me. So I got my friend to
stand down closest to the hiding place and I stood in front of him with my
hand on the pier so that he was blocked off on all sides by pier, pond, and
Prynce. While my hand was on the rail of the pier, I happened to drop my
camera bag (in hind-sight it wasn't a good move b/c I could have damaged
something) near this little corner where the hiding spot was and I was like
"Hey grab that for me please" so he squatted down and quickly slapped the
rock out of the way with one hand, grabbed for my bag with the other, and
tossed in the box and replaced the rock and gave me the bag. **Big ups to
Darrell for the amazing slight-of-hand, BTW lol**
So... yeah. I think it can be more fun to hide boxes in non-discreet
places. This box had a ton of stamps in it and no one had damaged it to
date so it must have taken some clever blokes to work that out. Anyone
else have any good stories about this box or ones like it?
-=The Prynce
At 03:17 AM 8/26/04, you wrote:
>Funny story: While in Myrtle Beach with HER parents, Steve and
>Heidi decided to grab a certain letterbox that's in a...more
>developed (?) area next to a firehouse and some lower-income housing.
>Doc (heidi's dad) is a real BS'er and could sell ice to Eskimos as
>they sat on a glacier. Steve runs out to the edge of a pond... which
>was really a water retention basin...and brings it back to log-in in
>the truck. Just then 4 kids on bikes decide to gather on the
>boardwalk about 10 feet from the box.
>
>After we waited 20 minutes for them to leave we devised a plan. S,
>H and D approached the kids. Doc played the lost tourist and took a
>map and Heidi to ask for directions to the Pavilion. If you've EVER
>been in Myrtle Beach you KNOW where the Pavilion is!!! Long story
>short, the kids got so involved trying to help they never noticed
>Steve slipping the letterbox back into place...we got
>directions...and we got the heck outta there! Moral: If you don't
>want to act like you own the place, just play plain dumb!
to keep all the little from paying any attention to what you're doing.
When we got there, my friend was wearing an 'Evolution' shirt (it's a
wrestling thing) and they ran up to him patting him on the back and things
and they were like "Randy Orton!" then I was like "Eh?" and they were like
"Kane!" (I have long-Kane-ish hair) and Darrell and I were confused so we
just played around with them like "yeah that's right, kid" and then just
ignored them and they ran off into the center of the park and started doing
wrestling moves on each other then looking at us for approval after each one.
So we got to the places where the side-walk and little pier/deck thing meet
up and I didn't know which side to look on so Darrell squatted down
pretending to tie his shoe at the right side while I stood thinking of how
to check the left.
Luckily it was to the right and we took the box and went onto the pier,
stamped (which wasn't easy and took about ten minutes as we has to use one
person as a lookout while the other stamped) and went to put it back.
We went to put it back and neither of us knew what to do so we stood at the
end of the pier wondering what to do when it hit me. So I got my friend to
stand down closest to the hiding place and I stood in front of him with my
hand on the pier so that he was blocked off on all sides by pier, pond, and
Prynce. While my hand was on the rail of the pier, I happened to drop my
camera bag (in hind-sight it wasn't a good move b/c I could have damaged
something) near this little corner where the hiding spot was and I was like
"Hey grab that for me please" so he squatted down and quickly slapped the
rock out of the way with one hand, grabbed for my bag with the other, and
tossed in the box and replaced the rock and gave me the bag. **Big ups to
Darrell for the amazing slight-of-hand, BTW lol**
So... yeah. I think it can be more fun to hide boxes in non-discreet
places. This box had a ton of stamps in it and no one had damaged it to
date so it must have taken some clever blokes to work that out. Anyone
else have any good stories about this box or ones like it?
-=The Prynce
At 03:17 AM 8/26/04, you wrote:
>Funny story: While in Myrtle Beach with HER parents, Steve and
>Heidi decided to grab a certain letterbox that's in a...more
>developed (?) area next to a firehouse and some lower-income housing.
>Doc (heidi's dad) is a real BS'er and could sell ice to Eskimos as
>they sat on a glacier. Steve runs out to the edge of a pond... which
>was really a water retention basin...and brings it back to log-in in
>the truck. Just then 4 kids on bikes decide to gather on the
>boardwalk about 10 feet from the box.
>
>After we waited 20 minutes for them to leave we devised a plan. S,
>H and D approached the kids. Doc played the lost tourist and took a
>map and Heidi to ask for directions to the Pavilion. If you've EVER
>been in Myrtle Beach you KNOW where the Pavilion is!!! Long story
>short, the kids got so involved trying to help they never noticed
>Steve slipping the letterbox back into place...we got
>directions...and we got the heck outta there! Moral: If you don't
>want to act like you own the place, just play plain dumb!
Re: [LbNA] Tactics: was Re: Any ideas on how to be discreet??
From: Peppermint Patti (peppermint.patti@mail.com) |
Date: 2004-08-26 07:29:08 UTC-04:00
In my opinion...I don't think it is wise to ask kids for help (even if it is a ruse!). I would hate to see anyone try that and get accused of something much more sinister!
Peppermint Patti :)
----- Original Message -----
From: Steve and Heidi
To: letterbox-usa@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Thursday, August 26, 2004 3:17 AM
Subject: [LbNA] Tactics: was Re: Any ideas on how to be discreet??
Just then 4 kids on bikes decide to gather on the
boardwalk about 10 feet from the box.
After we waited 20 minutes for them to leave we devised a plan. S,
H and D approached the kids. Doc played the lost tourist and took a
map and Heidi to ask for directions to the Pavilion. If you've EVER
been in Myrtle Beach you KNOW where the Pavilion is!!! Long story
short, the kids got so involved trying to help they never noticed
Steve slipping the letterbox back into place...we got
directions...and we got the heck outta there! Moral: If you don't
want to act like you own the place, just play plain dumb!
[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
Peppermint Patti :)
----- Original Message -----
From: Steve and Heidi
To: letterbox-usa@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Thursday, August 26, 2004 3:17 AM
Subject: [LbNA] Tactics: was Re: Any ideas on how to be discreet??
Just then 4 kids on bikes decide to gather on the
boardwalk about 10 feet from the box.
After we waited 20 minutes for them to leave we devised a plan. S,
H and D approached the kids. Doc played the lost tourist and took a
map and Heidi to ask for directions to the Pavilion. If you've EVER
been in Myrtle Beach you KNOW where the Pavilion is!!! Long story
short, the kids got so involved trying to help they never noticed
Steve slipping the letterbox back into place...we got
directions...and we got the heck outta there! Moral: If you don't
want to act like you own the place, just play plain dumb!
[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
Re: [LbNA] Tactics: was Re: Any ideas on how to be discreet??
From: The Prynce (tptp@bellsouth.net) |
Date: 2004-08-26 14:34:18 UTC-04:00
I've been to this letterbox, too! I love it because you HAVE to be clever
to keep all the little from paying any attention to what you're doing.
When we got there, my friend was wearing an 'Evolution' shirt (it's a
wrestling thing) and they ran up to him patting him on the back and things
and they were like "Randy Orton!" then I was like "Eh?" and they were like
"Kane!" (I have long-Kane-ish hair) and Darrell and I were confused so we
just played around with them like "yeah that's right, kid" and then just
ignored them and they ran off into the center of the park and started doing
wrestling moves on each other then looking at us for approval after each one.
So we got to the places where the side-walk and little pier/deck thing meet
up and I didn't know which side to look on so Darrell squatted down
pretending to tie his shoe at the right side while I stood thinking of how
to check the left.
Luckily it was to the right and we took the box and went onto the pier,
stamped (which wasn't easy and took about ten minutes as we has to use one
person as a lookout while the other stamped) and went to put it back.
We went to put it back and neither of us knew what to do so we stood at the
end of the pier wondering what to do when it hit me. So I got my friend to
stand down closest to the hiding place and I stood in front of him with my
hand on the pier so that he was blocked off on all sides by pier, pond, and
Prynce. While my hand was on the rail of the pier, I happened to drop my
camera bag (in hind-sight it wasn't a good move b/c I could have damaged
something) near this little corner where the hiding spot was and I was like
"Hey grab that for me please" so he squatted down and quickly slapped the
rock out of the way with one hand, grabbed for my bag with the other, and
tossed in the box and replaced the rock and gave me the bag. **Big ups to
Darrell for the amazing slight-of-hand, BTW lol**
So... yeah. I think it can be more fun to hide boxes in non-discreet
places. This box had a ton of stamps in it and no one had damaged it to
date so it must have taken some clever blokes to work that out. Anyone
else have any good stories about this box or ones like it?
-=The Prynce
At 03:17 AM 8/26/04, you wrote:
>Funny story: While in Myrtle Beach with HER parents, Steve and
>Heidi decided to grab a certain letterbox that's in a...more
>developed (?) area next to a firehouse and some lower-income housing.
>Doc (heidi's dad) is a real BS'er and could sell ice to Eskimos as
>they sat on a glacier. Steve runs out to the edge of a pond... which
>was really a water retention basin...and brings it back to log-in in
>the truck. Just then 4 kids on bikes decide to gather on the
>boardwalk about 10 feet from the box.
>
>After we waited 20 minutes for them to leave we devised a plan. S,
>H and D approached the kids. Doc played the lost tourist and took a
>map and Heidi to ask for directions to the Pavilion. If you've EVER
>been in Myrtle Beach you KNOW where the Pavilion is!!! Long story
>short, the kids got so involved trying to help they never noticed
>Steve slipping the letterbox back into place...we got
>directions...and we got the heck outta there! Moral: If you don't
>want to act like you own the place, just play plain dumb!
to keep all the little from paying any attention to what you're doing.
When we got there, my friend was wearing an 'Evolution' shirt (it's a
wrestling thing) and they ran up to him patting him on the back and things
and they were like "Randy Orton!" then I was like "Eh?" and they were like
"Kane!" (I have long-Kane-ish hair) and Darrell and I were confused so we
just played around with them like "yeah that's right, kid" and then just
ignored them and they ran off into the center of the park and started doing
wrestling moves on each other then looking at us for approval after each one.
So we got to the places where the side-walk and little pier/deck thing meet
up and I didn't know which side to look on so Darrell squatted down
pretending to tie his shoe at the right side while I stood thinking of how
to check the left.
Luckily it was to the right and we took the box and went onto the pier,
stamped (which wasn't easy and took about ten minutes as we has to use one
person as a lookout while the other stamped) and went to put it back.
We went to put it back and neither of us knew what to do so we stood at the
end of the pier wondering what to do when it hit me. So I got my friend to
stand down closest to the hiding place and I stood in front of him with my
hand on the pier so that he was blocked off on all sides by pier, pond, and
Prynce. While my hand was on the rail of the pier, I happened to drop my
camera bag (in hind-sight it wasn't a good move b/c I could have damaged
something) near this little corner where the hiding spot was and I was like
"Hey grab that for me please" so he squatted down and quickly slapped the
rock out of the way with one hand, grabbed for my bag with the other, and
tossed in the box and replaced the rock and gave me the bag. **Big ups to
Darrell for the amazing slight-of-hand, BTW lol**
So... yeah. I think it can be more fun to hide boxes in non-discreet
places. This box had a ton of stamps in it and no one had damaged it to
date so it must have taken some clever blokes to work that out. Anyone
else have any good stories about this box or ones like it?
-=The Prynce
At 03:17 AM 8/26/04, you wrote:
>Funny story: While in Myrtle Beach with HER parents, Steve and
>Heidi decided to grab a certain letterbox that's in a...more
>developed (?) area next to a firehouse and some lower-income housing.
>Doc (heidi's dad) is a real BS'er and could sell ice to Eskimos as
>they sat on a glacier. Steve runs out to the edge of a pond... which
>was really a water retention basin...and brings it back to log-in in
>the truck. Just then 4 kids on bikes decide to gather on the
>boardwalk about 10 feet from the box.
>
>After we waited 20 minutes for them to leave we devised a plan. S,
>H and D approached the kids. Doc played the lost tourist and took a
>map and Heidi to ask for directions to the Pavilion. If you've EVER
>been in Myrtle Beach you KNOW where the Pavilion is!!! Long story
>short, the kids got so involved trying to help they never noticed
>Steve slipping the letterbox back into place...we got
>directions...and we got the heck outta there! Moral: If you don't
>want to act like you own the place, just play plain dumb!
Tactics: was Re: Any ideas on how to be discreet??
From: ncginger2000 (ncginger2000@yahoo.com) |
Date: 2004-08-26 21:59:30 UTC
I agree with Peppermint Patti here. Asking the kids could have
gotten you in trouble. Kids are usually told nowadays that an adult
that asks them for directions is probably a predator. Maybe these
kids hadn't heard the same lectures...
Knit Wit
gotten you in trouble. Kids are usually told nowadays that an adult
that asks them for directions is probably a predator. Maybe these
kids hadn't heard the same lectures...
Knit Wit
Tactics: was Re: Any ideas on how to be discreet??
From: Steve and Heidi (stephenholyfield@sbcglobal.net) |
Date: 2004-08-27 03:53:16 UTC
Its amazing how I can be chastised for a funny story. These kids were
like 17 and football players.... not 5 year olds.
-Steve
--- In letterbox-usa@yahoogroups.com, "ncginger2000"
wrote:
> I agree with Peppermint Patti here. Asking the kids could have
> gotten you in trouble. Kids are usually told nowadays that an adult
> that asks them for directions is probably a predator. Maybe these
> kids hadn't heard the same lectures...
>
> Knit Wit
like 17 and football players.... not 5 year olds.
-Steve
--- In letterbox-usa@yahoogroups.com, "ncginger2000"
> I agree with Peppermint Patti here. Asking the kids could have
> gotten you in trouble. Kids are usually told nowadays that an adult
> that asks them for directions is probably a predator. Maybe these
> kids hadn't heard the same lectures...
>
> Knit Wit