Call your friend Dave

I quickly call Dave. He's the perfect candidate for such a thing. He's a bit of a nerd, a science geek if you will. Not the stereotypical one with glasses, but one that works part time in the comic book store. The bygone era of nerds in glasses is the solid proof that Dave, once upon a time having worn glasses and hunched over, grew into a fine young man with contacts and couple months in the gym.

Of course, he's also the perfect one to let you in on the secret. I text him that I found something awesome and he should come over quick. He shoots back a text that he's on the way, and I stare back at the empty suits.

Should I mess with him?