"I hate it," she said.

At first, I wasn't sure what she was talking about.

"Hmmm?" I asked, looking up from my phone.

"I hate it."

"'Hate' is such a strong word."

"You like this?" She looked at me in disbelief as if I liked some horrendous cultural gaffe, like eating puppies or kicking older women in the backside.

"What are we talking about?"

"You never pay attention," she said. "You just don't pay attention to what we are discussing."

That was fair. When your partner suddenly engages in a rambling discourse while there is an entertaining video on TikTok, the partner is going to lose. Call me rude and a jerk. That is just the truth. But I tried to recover. "I can't see what you hate about it."

"It's all angular and boxy. Is it even a truck? And then there is Elon Musk..."

This did wonders for my comprehension. "I think Cybertrucks are interesting."

"You have to be kidding me. That ugly thing?"

I nodded. "So many things look alike; those at least look different."

"They look like an early idea for a Delorean. How can that be unique?"

"Don't knock it; you can travel through time in a Delorean."

"That's because they look lost in it."

She might be right. They did have that sense of "Outa Time." You could almost see the license plate spinning on the pavement, smoke emanating from it.