At about 5:50 on Wednesday night, my daughter and I were ambling across Blanshard up Fort St.. A woman in a white 4-door sedan (like a late 80s-early 90s Dodge something or other), pulled across the crosswalk to position herself to turn right up Fort Street. A litte douche-baggy, sure, but she cut off had cut off no pedestrians. This guy ahead of us: - 50's maybe 60's in age - caucasian - average anglo-European feature - 5'10" - 6' 0" (it's a guess-- I'm not the Terminator with one of those HUD things) - average-to-slim build (maybe 170 lbs.) - salt-and-pepper grey hair, short but more-or-less a full head of hair - dark blue pants (cargo pants or un-worn jeans) - navy waist-length windbreaker-- Fall weight (some padding) The guy approached the drivers window and open palmed, smashed his hands against her window. It shatters. There is a moment of confusion, then he does a speedy walk South on Blanshard. I thought, "you're not getting away mothe...