We got a dashcam for Christmas. A part of me hoped to capture some dramatic footage, and to submit it as final evidence, so that Matlock might turn the tide and win a conviction against a remorseless liar and bring justice for a sobbing victim.
Of course, that part of me had also once fantasized about being a firefighter, or a paramedic. But I never had the physique for the former, and lacked the altruistic conviction to be the latter. As for the dashcam, the aging man in me really hopes to never be witness to such a catastrophic event. But whatever fate awaits me, in the interim, the camera has proven to be a source of much greater value: humor.
Behold, a truck Liz passed on her way home:
A niche market for everything.
–Simon