A half ton truck goes by.
“Cummins diesel,” he says.
“How do you know?” she asks.
“By the sound.”
She shakes her head. “How can you men know stuff like that?”
He shrugs. “We just do.”
She turns to the neighbor sitting on his porch. He’s a cancer research doctor. He won’t know. She’ll prove her husband wrong.
“Say, M, what kind of engine was that in the half ton that just went by?”
She sighs in defeat. She’s a feminist and hates to admit it, but some things are gender specific.