Step Away From The Vehicle

At least once a week, someone parks a car outside my window whose car alarm goes off every time a pigeon shits. I am so very tempted to write a note saying, simply, "I strongly encourage you to adjust the sensitivity of your car alarm," and then leave it on the hood held in place with a brick. Would they get the message? Is that going too far?

Another one of my sick car alarm fantasies is a Lottery-esque scenario in which an alarm goes off after midnight, then all the residents of a block simultaneously emerge from their homes dressed in bathrobes and armed with crowbars or baseball bats (maybe a brick or two?), walk solemnly over to the offending car, pummel it for 30 seconds, and return to their apartments. Children, grandmothers, husbands, wives, everybody. All without a single word. I think they had an X-Files episode about that one, actually...