Lowbatts
Gold Member
Hit them totlots this morning, checked out the streetwork, more curbs coming up right now so it's wait for the slabs. Clad gathering was the norm today, good vendoteria fodder.
Winging it a my local park I saw a fellow MD'er Mayo and I met at the Lords grounds a week or so ago, he had that BH that looked like some DS9 or Star Trek rig. He's a gem, please read on.
He told me that md'ing wasn't really allowed in the park here and he was doing it because he knew the guys working there, he'd worked with them. He told me about two guys he met a week or so ago in the Lords grounds. They had been working this very park that day before being told to leave or face some police action.
He described them to me. One guy, white haired and bearded, not really too big, the other kind of my size with a hairy face and they both were in a red pickup truck. He proclaimed they would not be back, or else they'd face the guys over in the service shop again.
Okay, so I got a haircut and shaved the other day but geez, does that make me totally unrecognizable? The guys in the park, the cops, the construction crews and others I detect around all know me well enough so I could wear a pink tutu and ballerina slippers and they'd let me go on my way md'ing.
Anyway, I asked who in particular told these guys to leave. He muttered, sputtered, changed it to one of the "bosses" asking them nicely not to leave such big holes in the park. I pressed him to go to the office with me and bring anyone with an objection to md'ing to my awareness.
Well now he wasn't aware of whether or not he got the story straight. So I let on, "Mayo drives the red truck, he's from South Elgin, I live over here in Century Oaks. Care to join us on TNet for some enlivened conversation?"
And my newfound companion back to me: "Well, I don't really get on the computer all that much."
And me, a bit more forcefully: "Since I've been over here you've dug 6 pulltabs and thrown everyone back on the ground. Do they go away by themselves or will you be digging them up again later for practice?
I want you to go somewhere, get an pouch, not like a kangaroo, like the one I have, and keep all your trash until you get to the trash can. You could also get an apron, I mean a tool-oriented apron, not one you cook in. Same damn concept, are you following me?"
He became very nice and told me there was a one-carat diamond dropped by an old lady in this area recently, and she'd never know we found it and we could split the value we got from it. I told him the reward of returning it to the lady would satisfy me and I expect no less from him.
I then demonstrated the proper way to recover a target and use a propointer, you see he was using a screwdriver so there wouldn't be holes. But there were holes from him. Big holes for someone using a screwdriver in an attempt to placate their own self doubts and insecurities.
He vowed to get a better metal detector and get a pinpointer and use them accordingly, and I think he's on his way to the store to get an apron, or a pink tutu. Whatever fits.
Remember, it's your place to mentor those with self-doubt and insecurity no matter what their issues are. Imagine going through life with that kind of attitude and no one to guide you!
And hey, if they break bad on you, kill them. You'll still be doing them a favor.
Winging it a my local park I saw a fellow MD'er Mayo and I met at the Lords grounds a week or so ago, he had that BH that looked like some DS9 or Star Trek rig. He's a gem, please read on.
He told me that md'ing wasn't really allowed in the park here and he was doing it because he knew the guys working there, he'd worked with them. He told me about two guys he met a week or so ago in the Lords grounds. They had been working this very park that day before being told to leave or face some police action.
He described them to me. One guy, white haired and bearded, not really too big, the other kind of my size with a hairy face and they both were in a red pickup truck. He proclaimed they would not be back, or else they'd face the guys over in the service shop again.
Okay, so I got a haircut and shaved the other day but geez, does that make me totally unrecognizable? The guys in the park, the cops, the construction crews and others I detect around all know me well enough so I could wear a pink tutu and ballerina slippers and they'd let me go on my way md'ing.
Anyway, I asked who in particular told these guys to leave. He muttered, sputtered, changed it to one of the "bosses" asking them nicely not to leave such big holes in the park. I pressed him to go to the office with me and bring anyone with an objection to md'ing to my awareness.
Well now he wasn't aware of whether or not he got the story straight. So I let on, "Mayo drives the red truck, he's from South Elgin, I live over here in Century Oaks. Care to join us on TNet for some enlivened conversation?"
And my newfound companion back to me: "Well, I don't really get on the computer all that much."
And me, a bit more forcefully: "Since I've been over here you've dug 6 pulltabs and thrown everyone back on the ground. Do they go away by themselves or will you be digging them up again later for practice?
I want you to go somewhere, get an pouch, not like a kangaroo, like the one I have, and keep all your trash until you get to the trash can. You could also get an apron, I mean a tool-oriented apron, not one you cook in. Same damn concept, are you following me?"
He became very nice and told me there was a one-carat diamond dropped by an old lady in this area recently, and she'd never know we found it and we could split the value we got from it. I told him the reward of returning it to the lady would satisfy me and I expect no less from him.
I then demonstrated the proper way to recover a target and use a propointer, you see he was using a screwdriver so there wouldn't be holes. But there were holes from him. Big holes for someone using a screwdriver in an attempt to placate their own self doubts and insecurities.
He vowed to get a better metal detector and get a pinpointer and use them accordingly, and I think he's on his way to the store to get an apron, or a pink tutu. Whatever fits.
Remember, it's your place to mentor those with self-doubt and insecurity no matter what their issues are. Imagine going through life with that kind of attitude and no one to guide you!
And hey, if they break bad on you, kill them. You'll still be doing them a favor.
