So a week ago Schizokeet and I pull up to a small, solitary cemetery near Anneville, PA. There were two boxes planted next to this small plot of land. Much to our surprise we find a car already parked in front of the cemetery.
Wanda and Pete had stayed the night in the Harrisburg area as well. Wanda was off in the woods somewhere, Pete was sitting on one of the low stone walls fiddling with his phone. We decided to sit tight and wait for Wanda to finish her stamping and struck up a conversation with Pete, who looked very tired.
Wanda continued to bob head head up and down over a log until she finally came bounding out of the woods, rounding up Pete with nothing more then an "OK, lets go," and she bustled off with him in tow.
I am not really surprised, she and I don't really see eye to eye, and we never will. Even in "retirement" she still seems more concerned with getting every stamp image possible. It is all about the numbers to her, and, you know, I have come to the conclusion that, hey, that is just fine. I think she is probably missing a lot of what really makes the hobby great, the people and the places, the clues and the mysteries, but that is one her.
I don't see it as much of an accomplishment to have found what ever it is, 30k+ boxes, I see it more as an accomplishment to have the adventure of finding just one box.
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I've seen her more since she "retired" than before. And she's still practically pushing people out of the way to get to a box and grabbing them out of other people's hands. Seriously....grabbing as one person tried to hand it to another. I imagine Pete is tired of a lot of things. Someone once did the math and she would have had to find like 130-something a day to get those "finds" she has.
"A Strange Encounter" is also how I would describe the first time I "met" her. I was pretty new to the hobby and didn't quite know what to make of them. Now, looking back, it all makes a bit more sense...
Same here. First time for me was at a Boxtoberfest which I attended with my daughter and grandson who was about a year old at the time. I almost lost my hand as each of our stamps were grabbed before I even knew what was happening. Milkmonster's stamp wasn't out yet and she stood there impatiently waiting for me to unpack it and then when she had all three, disappeared, and didn't say another word to us.
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