I walked into a bar and said, 'Give me a drink that tastes like the moment you're in a group chat, you've been typing a long, thoughtful message for ten minutes, you hit send, and then you realize you sent it to the wrong group. The wrong group is your parents. And your mother has already replied with four question marks.' The bartender said, 'That's a twelve-dollar drink.' I said, 'I'll take two. One to forget. One to remember the exact moment my mother typed, "What do you mean you quit?"'