Oh sweet fancy!
He's struck again!!
Some Letterboxing Superhero save US!!
TR
On Oct 4, 2006, at 8:35 PM, David and Deanne Besnia wrote:
> TR,
> I read your tale of horror by the cool light of my pc. Laughing
> superiorly at your terror I thought "poor boxie, someday he'll
> learn." Yawning, I hit the off switch and went to retire to bedlam.
> As I retreated from my den and cast a bored look back into my
> chamber I detected a menacing glow.....from my stash of
> Lock'n'Locks.....
> the lazy letterb........................................
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: Team Randalstik
> To: letterbox-usa@yahoogroups.com
> Sent: Wednesday, October 04, 2006 9:03 AM
> Subject: Re: [LbNA] Re: The best boxes (was: WET contents!)
>
> Yeah.
>
> One time I went out letterboxing in these spooky woods, it was about
> this time of year in fact, near Halloween and the sun was going down.
> Now I know I shouldn't be out there ALONE with the sun going down
> letterboxing but I just had to get this box. You know what I mean.
>
> Anyway, I found the letterbox called, GET OUT! HE'S IN THE WOODS! box
> which was a Lock n' Lock box. I was even First Finder. I stamped in
> near this cave like place and I left, but perhaps not alone. I heard
> this dragging sound behind me.
>
> I would stop and the sound would stop.
>
> I would start to walk and the dragging would start.
>
> I would check behind me and no one was there. Just the dark woods. A
> chipmunk limped across the path ahead of me. Injured with a leg
> missing and an eyepatch over one eye, it just stood there on its
> haunches staring at me with that one beady black eye. And then it
> limped away. I swear it was laughing at me, shaking its head.
>
> I started running and the dragging would be always right behind me.
> It sounded like it was getting closer and even sometimes I think I
> felt it tug at my pant leg. I was screaming through the paths, "HELP
> ME HELP ME! . . . i'm so scared . . ." I was just thinking I knew I
> should'nt have have kicked that map into the river.
>
> I would dodge this way and that way to see if I could loose whatever
> it was following me. I would stop behind a tree. Panting. Sure
> enough, it too would stop. I would sprint to another fork in the path
> and it would still be behind me. That horrible dragging sound like
> some deranged one-legged crazy man purposefully dragging that
> prosthetic leg to make sure I knew it was behind me!
>
> The dragging was quicker and now I heard things bumping around behind
> me, like the thing was carrying a box of knives to cut me up and put
> me in! I thought, "I will be made into a grisly letterbox to be found
> by some poor, unsuspecting, newbie, letterboxing family. 'Look MA I
> FOUND THE LETTERBOX!!!!!!!!' . . . eeuuuugh.'" but inside I laughed,
> "that will teach that family to be more discreet."
>
> My legs were getting weak from the running. I was not looking back
> anymore. Just running. Running for the love of my journal, I was
> running and the cold sweat dripping down my back was sending chills
> to my toes. I felt another of the many tugs on my pant leg, but this
> last one got me. It tripped me up and I lost my footing. Down I went.
> Face first into the side of path, sprawling and screaming, "OH
> LETTERBOXING WEBMASTERS HELP MEEEEEEE!!!!!".
>
> And than it had my legs.
>
> I couldn't see with all the poison ivy all over my face but I could
> FEEL the thing had my legs. Screaming for my personal stamp, I
> prepared for my inevitable demise as the first victim to this
> horrible letterbox. If I was going to die, I wanted to see my
> murderer. I don't know why. Maybe it is to haunt him/her for the rest
> of their horrible lives, make their moments of life a living HELL
> like what they have done to me in this brief moment of my long, and
> peaceful life. What kind of a person would do this? It was definitely
> not an animal, for nature would not hunt and tease their prey as this
> had. Only the cruel, mean-spirited, human would purposefully create
> TERROR. What insane person would take the only remaining pure hobby,
> letterboxing, and make it into a death game? I had to see.
>
> I turned over, to see . . . there was no one. Silly me, I had
> "Locked" the Lock N' Lock box to my pant cuff.
>
> Team Randalstik
>
> On Oct 3, 2006, at 7:27 PM, EllBee wrote:
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> >
> >
> > trekkiegal1701d wrote:
> >
> > > Lock & Lock's design ensures that even the dimmest 'boxer get the
> > lid
> > >shut properly. I hope. ;-p
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >What's that saying? Something like "Make it idiot-proof, and
> someone
> > >will make a better idiot?" ;)
> > >
> > >TG
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > Umm. yeah. We thought the same. Box, tabs, obvious. Right. When we
> > were
> > maintaining one of our boxes - a Lock & Lock (idiot-proof, right?)
> > - we
> > found one with only two of the tabs closed. You've really got to
> > wonder
> > what people are thinking.
> > EllBee
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