Happy 30th, Jonny Cakes

So, although we are quickly approaching 30, my friends and I have the minds (and the associated sense of humor) of 14 year old boys. In fact, as many of you know, there is a special gift that we pass around the group --- it's a, uhm, rather large, rather black, elongated column of latex --- we'll call it the BBD for short. We've had quite a few surprising moments with our friend the BBD in the past (anyone care to summarize in comments?), but this one, occurring just a few hours ago, on Jon's 30th birthday might take the cake. I'll now turn this post over to Jon, who just sent this email summary of his flight back to the US.

I got on the airplane last night and unpacked the usual items from my carry-on: book, DS, word puzzle mag, travel pillow. Little did I know I was also unpacking an unwelcomed guest that flopped into my lap after unrolling my pillow. I'm not sure if the slackjawed Chilean man in 23B next to me noticed.  Next time I think my pillow is a little heavier and thicker than normal you can be sure I will certainly take additional precautions when opening it.  The latex smell next to my face all night was a nice bonus. 

It doesn't stop there. I wasn't about to leave the [bbd] behind (how else to exact my revenge?) so I packed it back in my bag (while the cabin was dark and Mr. 23B went to the bathroom). Being preoccupied with the customs/immigration process the next morning (where I was spared a bag search thankfully) I forgot to put it in my checked bag before going through security for my flight to Durham so it stayed in my carry-on. Oops.  At security, the x-ray machine attendant proceeded to call over two other security personnel, point to the screen, and yell, "Bag check!" before saying more quietly, and with a grin (but not so quietly that I couldn't hear), "If that's what I think it is... I gotta find out."

Thankfully, the woman who checked my bag had little interest in pursuing the matter after I said, "It is what he thinks it is. My friends got me good this time." She did a quick chemical test and spared me the indignity of 'whipping it out'. Her only comment was about her coworker, "He's such a child..."

A tip of the hat to our hosts. I never saw it coming and they got me fucking good. I had completely forgotten I'd mailed it to them with a bow on top as part of a recent care package. 

Happy Birthday, Buddy.