 How does Sara feel about the Chevrolet ad?
Divided we stand Sara lets the Lyft park itself in the drive, lets out a sigh, and tweets wish me luck plus some emojis before slipping her phone into a hoody pocket. "But you shouldn't be wasting money, not with how much rent you pay and-" Jesus. Inside she unwraps herself from scarves and layers, the heat in the house almost a shock after the cold air. Michigan in February. Mom is already halfway up the stairs, bag in tow, headed for her room. "Mom, just leave that and I'll…" "Your father's in the front room," she says, just before she disappears from view. For a few seconds Sara is alone in the hallway, the smell of cooking meat coming from one doorway, the sound of rolling news from another. The war spills out of Fox News, casualty figures scrolling across monochrome drone footage, attack helicopters circling over Caracas apartment blocks, pundits with bronzed skin and immaculate blond hair smiling from four-way split screens. An elderly couple ride a tandem bicycle through a park, laughing and smiling in Instagram-perfect sunshine, as a calm, relaxing voice lists the potentially lethal side effects of a diabetes drug. She regrets the sarcasm as soon as she hears it in her own voice, but she still can't stop herself, like it's expected, like it's part of the routine. "Sheryl-" "No. I don't want to hear you two as much as disagreeing about anything today, unless it's about the game.
 She is sorry she did not watch the whole ad before she reacted to it
 She thinks it's a final chance to bond with her father  She is sorry she did not watch the whole ad before she reacted to it  She is upset at the glorification of the military  She is frustrated that it tokenized a Mexican family