 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. 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. 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. Up until then it just seemed like constant warmth, as though she didn't have any childhood concept of Dad apart from him getting home from work, then her sitting on his knee, eating cookies and watching football highlights until Mom came in and scolded them both for ruining their appetites before dinner. She came back when she could face it; sometimes for birthdays, sometimes for Thanksgiving. Dad is in the bathroom, and Sara has had enough of Fox and whichever war this is. It's signed in to her Dad's FB account, and the last thing she wants is to try and log in on hers before he gets back from the john. In her pocket her phone vibrates, purrs against her skin, reminding her it's there, making sure she's not forgotten where her real friends are, that there's a world outside, beyond Dad and his TV. Sara works for a non-profit in Brooklyn that helps big organisations to transition to renewable energy.
 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