There was a car. It drove sixty-eight miles an hour. I was in the passenger's seat. The driver said, "Do you know Everyday Yeah?" I pretended not to. We talked about Africa. There was talk of a large pottery industry in South America. I pretended I had an uncle who did pottery. All my uncles were into humping trees or dead. I forgot where the driver said the best pottery was from. To be dumb I said, “Do you remember the time of dinosaur microwaves?” There was silence for a dozen miles. I told them to drop me off at the next exit.