Get a Grip, Lady

Yes, that was the lad's exact words. He may have been about 14, perhaps 15.

Indeed. How dare I be upset over something so small as a broken headlight and dented fender. After all, even though I witnessed him deliver each blow from the first one to the last, as I stood a mere 50 feet away - what on earth gave me the right to be upset?! The car was in his way, parked as it was in the supermarket parking lot, between the white lines 'n all. It posed an obvious threat to his skateboarding path. So much so that he turned said skateboard against his mortal foe, the side of my vehicle.

Indeed, I should be ashamed of myself for not thanking him profusely. If it were not for him, my insurance rate might have stayed the same for years! And how boring is that?!