This is my passenger side blinker. As you can see, there is a gaping hole where there should be a continuous, unshattered piece of plastic. I wouldn’t have noticed it if I hadn’t popped the trunk to look for
the body my gym bag.
I have concluded that this likely happened in Federal Way when I was visiting my brother and his family. That was the last time I ever looked at the trunk. I didn’t hit anything. I didn’t back into anything. I didn’t press my mammoth body into the side until I could hear it crack under the pressure.
And I’m sure the bill I’ll receive to get this fixed won’t be pretty, either.