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.