This morning (7:45am) I went to try placing a cache in a tree next to a sidewalk with tall wood fences on both sides of it. I wasn't sure exactly where I was going to place it, so I stood there a minute and decided to just cover it in the tree bowl with leaves. Just before I leave, a woman comes out with her dog from the houses across the fence right by the tree, so I quickly walk away and think nothing of it. A minute later, I make it back to my car and there is an angry man looking right at me and he begins to question me in an assertive tone. I lie and say I went for a walk (bad idea) and then I try to explain geocaching. He assumes since he's never heard of it that i'm lieing and trying to 'hide drugs for kids to find'. Yes, a 21 year old dressed in casual business wear and driving a 2003 impala is just walking around town dropping drugs in trees. He yelled at me, saying, "you've got 2 minutes to get whatever you dropped or else i'm calling the cops!". Being a runner, I easily ran and grabbed it in less than 2 minutes, but of course when I got back, he was already on the phone describing my car to the 911 operator. I show him what it is and he tells me to back off. The cop shows up literally 2 minutes later (not enough time for even an awkward pause). The cop isn't too bad. I try to explain him and he doesn't really get it and searches my car and finds nothing, but calls in a second cop, who stands by me and says nothing. So I say to the second cop, "ever hear of geocaching?" and he replies, "yeah, my son does it in boy scouts". That was a nice sigh of relief and I explain that's exactly what happened here. So the second explains it to the first and I head out on my way. For some reason, I was super freaked out about it. 10 minutes late to work.
