Forrest and I were about to leave town when I got to my car and saw its mirror was snapped off. From the way it was broken, it had to be intentional. Stupid drunk jerks, I'm sure.
First we duct-taped it on so we could at least drive to Costco for food. My dad called me with instructions on how to remove the whole mirror mounting, so it wouldn't risk more damage on the drive up. One wrench later, the mirror was in my back seat.
I'll have to wait until Monday or Tuesday to get it fixed. Plans for this weekend include the e-flea, taking Forrest's mom out to sushi, crashing my mom's BBQ, and maybe (but probably not, alas) picking up Forrest's new car.