My first winter in Minneapolis I cried in a grocery store parking lot because I couldn't find my car under the snow. It got better around month four, right about when I stopped checking the weather like it owed me an apology.

She probably knew because she's been through it before. Folks who've had work done enough times start to notice the pattern, people leave stuff behind and come back when the next thing breaks. Makes you wonder how many screwdrivers are sitting in drawers all over Mesa waiting for round two.