Hysterical. I did the same damn thing some years back on the 4th of July. While driving in reverse at an unreasonable rate of speed to avoid the oncoming crowd of people approaching the parking lot since the fireworks had ended, I took some sorry slob’s mirror off with my dipshit Ford sedan (I hate Ford), and then left a note on the car in the pouring rain. The next day, the owner and I met in some random parking lot, he arriving like Ace Ventura with his arm out the window holding the severed side mirror up in place, and I paid the bastard off.