I admit it.
I go out caching and stumble upon a bunch of recycled food containers with a A4 folded sheet inside. All thrown down the first available hole on the wall and covered by a big friggin' rock. The cache text is (most likely), some uncyclopedia quote (I wish - in which case there would be value at all - at least entertaining in an intelligent way) which haven't been at least read once by the hider and still show the  placemarks here and there.
This is not the case.
If I was around, alone, without a planned geocaching day, with just a bunch of coordinates, I'd try this one, enjoy the views mildly and then say "WTF?". I'd think about how they allow everyone to play this game and do whatever they think it's cool/adequate/valid. I'd think about other dozen places in the vicinity with better accessibility and better reasons to be shared with the community. I'd whine about security, trespassing, broken windows and falling rocks. Just when I was about to find the container, I'd say "hmm, this one is different - one can see these guys really had this planned". Opening the container would lead to another great surprise and would trigger "well, this one is definitely not just another cache - it has a mind of its own - it's got that «je ne sais quoi» that clearly separates it from everything else". I'd try a dozen more caches on my way back home and keep that bored expression on my eyes.
Crap! It turns out I was tipped beforehand and knew what was expecting me. Somebody clearly took the red pill. Someone actually took the time and place to make up an elaborate story, to "paint" it, hang it up to dry and then made a geocache out of it. I can't remember when it was the last time I saw someone devote so much words, images and meaning to a cache listing. Pearls for pigs, some might say. The place (yet unsafe and lacking information about propriety and permission) ends up telling a bunch of stories in every corner, in every closed drawer, in every sentence written on a wall. Much more stories than the photos on the cache page (today's logs are a pretty good example - although they'll turn out to be an exception, sadly) are able to tell.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
The idea crossed my mind several times. On the other side of the road there was Mantunes' car who was tipped too and was already firing up the camera like there was no tomorrow. Yes, the likelihood of finding a cache like this tomorrow is low. And off we were, after finding the container. Wandering free and randomly like headless chickens in a slaughterhouse and trying to find meaning behind the meaning. Kind of. But I digress. Plenty of reasons to take a hundred photos, but clearly not in the mood for such. Some good ones survived but, like most of the things here today, they were the exceptions.
Just kidding. Whoever's tipping us with pointers to caches like this, thanks a lot. Whoever still manages to find time and energy to put ideas to practice like this despite the "TFTC" and "Log Later" and remaining templated logs they get, keep up the good work and thank you for the cache. Favorite.