Even worse, it's an hour or two past midnight on new years eve and my social battery is flat, but the guests aren't leaving. Yawning and checking my wrist watch doesn't help. Cleaning the kitchen doesn't help. What do?
I first read it as "mechanical debt" (probably because of the gear-shaped figure), and had an existential crisis for a few milliseconds. I need to take my car to the shop as soon as I can afford it.
Appreciate the sentiment, but surely the cybertruck has some sort of one-pedal drive like (most/all?) other electric cars, where the brake pedal is not needed to decelerate?
She seems nice.