You're driving through the mall parking lot, looking for a spot, when you come across a tense standoff. Someone's taken a parking spot that a guy in a crappy little hatchback believes to be his, and an argument ensues. We've all seen it a thousand times. Until the guy turns his little hatchback into a multi-thousand pound weapon.
Look, I know it's the mall, and you don't want to be there. That's the joy of the mall – no one wants to be there. But it's not even past Thanksgiving yet, and you're already pulling this crap.
Just let the parking space go. It's November. It's a Friday. You'll find another spot.
You won't be a great candidate for arrest for attempted murder.