Buying a dash cam

To the fat sweaty red faced jogger who swore at me after dashing across Quinpool without looking or pausing at the corner of Beech Sunday morning, -Yes I honked. I would have done much worse if my wife hadn't restrained me you idiot. 15 years ago there used to be a cross walk there and you could have pulled that stupid manoeuvre and argued that it was a crosswalk. There is a light there now and it was green for me and not for you. I don't care how infinitesimally high your endorphin to estrogen level was, don't swear at people when it's your fault and they may have a tire iron with your name on it. —Dash cam for exculpatory purposes next time.