Five Seconds Hate

(In the car, I put on “Up with People” by Lambchop for my wife to hear. Several minutes pass. Suddenly, she points at the dashboard.)

Wife: I wonder how this is made.
Me: Really? Do you?
Wife: Yes, I think the pattern is interesting.
Me: No no, it’s lovely. It’s just that I put on a song that takes six minutes to build up to the good part, I think we’re both enjoying it, but then right when it starts getting groovy you’re like “PLASTIC IS NEATO!”
Wife: I don’t like you for five seconds.
Me: …
Wife: …
Me: Are the five seconds over yet?
Wife: Yes. But they existed.