When is the last time you saw a group of high-maintenance homeless girls chatting away excitedly in shiny new sleeping bags?

It might be a shower in a truckstop, a hotel room split between 15 people, or at the generosity of a friend’s uncle’s second cousin that lives in the area—but we WILL wash.

That's what the internet is for.

We’re not your kid’s teenage babysitter. We're your accountant, your hairdresser, and—scary, I know—your boss.

but you're also welcome to read the giant marquee above our heads if your only question is why we're camping out.

If we did, we probably wouldn't be lounging around in sleeping bags on a sidewalk in the first place.

When you spend 47 hours in line with a stranger, you'll either kill them or become best friends.

...and we'll probably do it again tomorrow and have to answer all the same questions.