My husband's car goes from zero to sixty in ten seconds, and that makes him happy. I just don't know why he'd ever want to do that. Maybe someday he'll find an open stretch of road and play Frisbee with himself.

In this stand-up style observation, Rudner contrasts stereotypically “male” enthusiasm for speed and performance metrics with her own bemused practicality. The joke pivots on treating a car’s acceleration—an abstract bragging point—as a puzzling, almost pointless goal in ordinary life. By imagining her husband alone on an empty road “playing Frisbee with himself,” she extends the idea that such thrills can be solitary, self-contained entertainments rather than meaningful achievements. The humor comes from deflating status symbols and reframing them as childish play, while also gently teasing marital differences in what counts as fun or impressive.