Geeb & Geeb Weekend (Bomb Squad)

Every 6 months or so, Dans lifelong friend Ray, comes down to visit us. Every trip he makes, I am dumbfounded when they make it through the weekend without one of them being arrested. They have know eachother since they were around 11, so they revert into 11 year olds when they are together. This weekend started out as such.

Dan picked up Ray in complete disguise. He wore a white-trash leather cowboy hat, hiking boots (something you won't see Dan in unless he's camping), Long jeans (another thing you won't see Dan in unless he is on vacation and it is snowing), and a long sleve shirt. He had a fake mustache, sunglasses and a fake cigarrette. Ray was expecting him to drive through the airport and pick up at the curb as ususal. So he was not expecting Dan to be walking around. Dan took one of the girl's rolling backpacks to make the costume complete. The disguise worked perfectly. Dan stood right infront of Ray.......no identification. So then he dragged his foot across Rays as he restlessly walked by......still no ID. Then he rolled his rolling backpack completely across Ray's feet.....still no ID. Ray said he thought that "the guy" had too much to drink on the plane and was ready to say something to him because he was so rude. Then Dan stared Ray right in the face and Ray noticed the crooked fake mustache and finally ID'd Dan. Hilarious!

Ray always brings us the best pastries in the whole world from Glaus Pastries. These coveted bits of heaven are the type of dessert that are best tasted in a dark closet with no distractions, bite by delicious bite. So, an hour into the trip I asked Ray if he remembered the pastries. He looked all over for them and realized he left them in the airport, right at the feet of the John Wayne statue, because he was so distracted by Dan's disguise. So we hurried up to the airport (abt 10 minutes away). Dan and Ray checked the last known location....no pastries. Then they started rummaging through the trash. ( Yes, these are good enough to eat out of the trash.) This is when security Segway'ed over to see what was going on. By the third trash bin, Dan had found the little white pastry box. The police officer said "Gee, you guys caused me a little trouble today. We had to call out the bomb squad and bomb sniffing dog to ID the box. (good thing the dog did'nt like pastries.) He cradled the box like his firstborn and scurried towards the car to indulge in the chocolately/pineapple/rum goodness.