Yellow Sticker

Pushing the last air bubble out, she smoothed the yellow sticker along the chrome bumper. She stepped back to admire it: Love Life, Love Teaching.
"That just dropped the value fifty percent," a voice said from the screened-in porch.
"Oh dad, you're such a curmudgeon. I didn't buy Stella to win prizes. I bought her to commute to school."
"What kinda name is that?" he barked.
"Stella, Estrella of the stars. She's my cosmic Volkswagen."
"A cockroach of the cosmos. Hitler's plaything."
"Daaad. When are you going to ever agree with me?"
"Never. When are you kids going to see what we sweat blood for?"
"Oh Dad. You're so dramatic."
"Damn straight I am. Do you think this life business is a frivolous joke?"