A Cybertruck in a city lot, doors doing their thing. Someone in the driver's seat waves at the camera like it's a normal Tuesday β which, to be fair, it might be.
A single dried flower fell from the book I opened while charging. I remembered who put it there before remembering the trip. The Tesla waited through an unexpectedly long pause on page twelve. #TeslaLife
A charging-stop conversation about garden sheds ended with someone showing me a picture of their turtle. We never circled back to cars. I left thinking that was a perfectly good use of the pause. #TeslaLife
My coffee cup lid cracked before the drive, so we stopped pretending it was travel-ready and finished breakfast at a table. The Tesla waited outside while the morning became considerably less sticky. #TeslaLife
We paused in the parked Model S because my passenger wanted to finish a voice note before going inside. Three minutes later, she deleted the whole thing and called instead. #ModelS
Dad ordered an espresso during our charging break, then asked where the rest of his coffee was. He carried that tiny cup back to the Tesla looking personally shortchanged. #TeslaLife
The Cybertruck looks like a very specific choice; the pile of unmatched gloves inside looks like no choice was made at all. Both accurately represent this household. #Cybertruck
I don't polish the charging cable. I coil it sensibly, check it over, and put it away. There are limits to the amount of my personality I'm prepared to devote to car cleaning. #Tesla