A few weeks ago, the spoiler of my Toyota Sienna sustained an injury that resulted in a trip to the body shop. (Minivan vs. garage, not my fault, but we won’t get into that here….too soon for him.) In PT language, the diagnosis would be a “complete tear” of the rear spoiler but let’s just say the pre- vs. post-surgical appearance was dramatic. When I first saw my repaired van, I felt relieved that it was back in one piece. Then, that something-isn’t-right feeling crept in. I didn’t remember that big of a gap where the spoiler’s edges met the top of the trunk. And, had it always been that bouncy?
Surely it’s just me, I thought. I don’t remember it looking that way because, let’s be honest, I didn’t know what a spoiler was prior to the garage incident, let alone how much give or space it should have. Besides, a return to the body shop sounded painful even though it would be free - the hassle, time, and, worse, what if there was nothing wrong with it? So, I convinced myself it was fine and resumed steering around my summer suburban circles.
Eight hours of sleep and two slow cups of morning tea didn’t change the feeling I had when I looked at my reattached spoiler. That’s how I found myself driving around the Fred Meyer, Winco, Haggen and baseball field parking lots on a Saturday morning looking for a 2016 Sienna comparison. And how, when I didn’t find one (I’m still not sure how this was possible: 4 family-friendly parking lots and no Most Popular Suburban Vehicle? I should have taken it as a sign…), the Googling began. Sienna spoiler photos were enlarged, zoomed in, and held up next to the 3-D version in my garage. A measuring tape may or may not have been involved. In the end? The same uncertain, unsettled feeling.
But, like any good mom with no time for a van injury but plenty of mental energy to spend on denial and comparison, I kept on driving. The heat wave came, and my van filled up with little girls excited for a day at the pool. In the parking lot, their excitement escalated in sync with the rise of the automatic trunk door. Then, a loud popping sound and a door stuck halfway up. With a sinking feeling and visions of driving along 512 with a car full of girls and an open trunk, and the fight still in me, I did what came naturally: closed the door and pushed the button again. Because, surely, it was the 95-degree factor, just a fluke, a weird coincidence…
You know how my story ends, because when it’s someone – or something – else, these things are obvious.
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