He and She had a mission to the mainland, and were sitting at the ferry terminal hoping that the boat would get them off the island ahead of the scheduled power outage and unscheduled thunderstorm …
She: “Don’t tell me the ferry’s late again!”
He: “OK, I won’t.”
She: “Argh. So tell me if it’s going to be here when the schedule says it’s supposed to be here.”
He: “App says it’s right on time, should show up in the harbor any minute … y’see? There it is.”
She: “I see it. So why are you staring at your phone like it’s broken?”
He: “I’m regretting missed opportunities.”
She: “Hm?”
He: “We know the ferry system needs to replace its old boats, and is having trouble getting any built, and even getting the old ones fixed. Maybe if the state were to design new boats, with imaginative features and names, and pitch them effectively, citizens would sign on and we could finally get new ferries in the yards and on the water.”
She: “I don’t know about this …”
He: “Do it right, and you can even make connections with the past. Take this boat, for instance. A new one with the same name could be the lead vessel of a whole class. Six new boats! Tell me that the ferry system can’t use six new boats.”
She: “OK. ‘The ferry system can’t use six new boats.'”
He: “Since when?”
She: “Since me telling you what you told me to tell you.”
He: “Argh. So the first boat is the 
Yakima.”
She: “And the second …”
He: “The Oxima.”
She: “[…] whut?”
He: “Followed by the Zebuima, the Bisonima, the Gayalima, the Bantengima. If you could get a seventh boat built, it would be the Wisentima. The ferry system would be sitting pretty!”
She: “And its passengers would be sitting smelly!”
He: “I beg your …”
She: “Because this is a load of bull!”
He: “[…] Sweetheart?”
She: “Ye – esssss?”
He: “Cowabunga!”
She: “Hold that thought.”
He: “… okay …?”
She: “If you’re going to get anything like this to work, you’re going to have to engage the heavy hitters. Maybe, for a big enough contribution, they get boats named after them. You know, the Microsoft, the Amazon, the Costco. Get enough big donors to chip in, and you’ll get your new boat class, built, launched, and paid for.”
He: “Yeah?”
She: “The Cash Cow class!”
Groan. But LOL too.