Jeez, Mike, you sure made me work for #700!
Getting to the cache was easy enough. I pretended to be looking at the hiding spot, the nearby guns, and just generally being a curious sightseer. I took a quick peek and confirmed the cache location. When the traffic died down, I reached in and quickly made the grab.
So I'm sitting there, signing the log, not in any particular hurry, when I notice this old guy sitting on a nearby park bench. He's looking RIGHT at me. Okay, so I spend a nice long while looking at more stuff, taking pictures, using the old "GPS-as-a-PDA" trick ... and I wait. And wait. And wait.
By this time, the old geezer is no longer just looking at me, he has fully turned on the bench and is STARING RIGHT AT ME. After a while, I just decided to wave. No dice. Clearly, I was a terrorist bent on destroying the entire town of Bloomfield, and he wasn't going to let me execute my nefarious plot on HIS watch.
So. Now what?
Well, I left. And I took your cache with me! I figured I'd just go up the road and do a couple more caches, then swing back by and replace yours. Of course, it turns out that the other caches were complete train wrecks, but who's counting?
Anyway, about 45 minutes later, I come back to the square. I pull up in my truck, and sure enough that guy is still there. And all the way from the opposite street corner, he's STARING STRAIGHT AT ME. Old eagle-eyes has spotted me from 50 yards away! Arrrrrrgh!!! 
So. Now what?
Well, I decided if I was going to have to sit and outwait him, I might as well do so in comfort. So, I parked the truck (with a boat hanging out of the back, no less) on the west side of the square, and walk up to Aggie's Bar, complete with your cache container in hand. They have a nice window where I can sit in comfort and watch and wait for Mr. Super Homeland Security Specialist to get bored and go home.
Turns out he's a persistent old cuss. Or maybe he just really, really needs a new hobby.
I had and adult beverage. Then I looked. He's still there.
I had another adult beverage. Then I looked. He's still there.
BTW, Aggie's bar plays the WORST MUSIC ON EARTH. IT IS HORRIBLE. And this is from a person with VERY eclectic musical taste. I NEVER EVER WANT TO HEAR KID ROCK AGAIN!
At least they had the IU football game on TV. IU was beating Murray State rather handily, I should add. (HI GO-PURDUE!)
The way this was going, I was either going to have to leave and not replace the cache, or become so lit up that I wouldn't care if I got spotted or not.
I killed more time. I wrote my entire predicament in the log book. Then I just couldn't stand the crappy music any more, and I decided that come hell or high water, I was getting out of here and replacing the cache, and letting the chips fall where they may. I pay my tab, and walk to the window, and .....
YES! He's finally gone! 
So I bust a move and haul my kiester over to the hiding place and replace it with a resounding CLANK!
By now, it's well after dark, and the rest of the caching day is shot. And I've had just about enough of Bloomfield.
Time to go home.
The end.
Or ... is it?
Thanks for the adventure, and for making #700 a most amusing cache.
Scott
