"Whatever."

She slid into her truck and started it up.

Or tried to. The damn engine sometimes took a few tries to start up. "Come ooooooon, I'll change the oil tomorrow, I promise!"

Nothing.

"I'll take you to a car wash!"

Nothing.

"I'll get you waxed!"

The engine roared to life, finally. She muttered "This isn't a healthy relationship, you know." as she swerved out into the lot, leaving a smear of steam and bug guts behind her. Not as much as could be. As suddenly as they had appeared, the roaches were vanishing into the night.