"I'll tell you what," I continued. "I've shown you a couple of cool things. Why don't you teach me something?" They had nothing to show me. "I'm going to talk to some friends," I said. "I'll give you five minutes to think of something." I wandered away and struck up a conversation with a cherubic little punk named Sandy. Ten minutes later, the twins approached. "We have something to teach you," they said proudly.