bottlecap4u
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Though the overwhelming number of permissions I’ve had have been fine, every now and then, you wander into an episode of the Twilight Zone when door knocking. Yesterday was one of these times. Was out door knocking with my buddy John, rolled upon an 1860s site, he hopped out, secured the permission from homeowner, a woman in her 50s. As we stood in her front yard, she seemed nice but began sharing a bit much of her personal life, (abusive boyfriends, bad work experiences as a state social worker)…now I’m all for small talk…but in doing permissions as long as I politely tip toe around TMI and politics and glide into detecting, off I went. About 5 minutes in, she came out of the front door, phone in hand, talking to another woman on speaker. Even through the headphones, I heard the Karen on the phone screeching….”they need to leave right now, they’re dangerous”...blah…blah..blah. As fortune would have it, I got a terrific 89-95 signal, tight and deep…..I paused…glancing over the front yard at the confused owner, phone at arms length, with the Karen droning on and on about her allowing these two evil men in her yard and seeing John busy swinging away oblivious to the impending eviction. I ventured a risk to wave her over to do a live dig, hoping the treasure soon to be found would calm her poor nerves and shut up that idiot phone Karen. Well, waved her over, popped the plug and began pinpointing. So there I was kneeled down pinpointing around frantically searching for the coin I knew must be there, all the time hearing the screeching Karen on the phone…”they’re tearing up your yard, get them outta there”. Found it, a decent 1848 braided hair, gave it to the owner and said it’s yours if you want it”. Taking it, she said…”what’s in it for you?” Said most homeowners let me keep what I find but if you want this, it’s yours a smile is good for me”. Something I’ve said countless times. Hoping the copper offering would shut the crazy Karen down….nope…Now the Karen was hearing all this through the phone….she grunted to the homeowner…”That coin is yours, don’t let them steal it….” Looking at the phone I said, that’s simply rude and we’re outta here. Time to go I said John and we simply left crazytown. As I rolled up the car window I could hear the homeowner saying we’re welcome to come back….WEIRD! Anyway finding the coin so soon was cool, and chalk this one up to experience, maintaining your cool, and knowing when you should take the initiative to leave before crazy becomes worse. Here’s to having a thick skin in our hobby.
! Good call on getting out of there asap.
