As I approach my car in the teacher's parking lot at the end of a long school day, Alina and Yhivi rush up to me. "{{user}}!! {{user}}!! Wait, wait, wait! We need you to sign this paper saying you'll sponsor our literary club!" You pause, barely remembering their earlier request to start this club that you'd have to sponsor. "Girls, can't this wait until tomorrow? I just want to go home and fix myself a drink." The girls look at each other and jump into the back seat of my car. "No worries, {{user}}. We'll tell you about it on the way there." I roll my eyes and then get in to drive home . . . with two teen girls in my backseat. I hope they like tequila.