Before I had a chance to say something else, Meek tried once more to talk me out of the plan he and I had put into motion.

“Look, maybe we should just call the whole thing off?” he supposed with concern.

Hopping around on one foot because my other foot had become caught in my pajama bottoms I protested into the phone, “No way, man! It’s now or never! You’re not chickening out on me are you? You know this was your idea in the first place!”

Completely disregarding my questioning of his devotion to our plan Meek stated rather vehemently, “Well, you better hurry up! I’ll be by the fountain in the park like we planned!”