An entitled Karen demands that we let her walk through a fatal crime scene, things got

incredibly tense when she refused to move, and demanded that we moved instead.

Here's what happened.

So it was around 11 o'clock PM on a Saturday night, and I'm sitting at home just getting

ready to go to bed.

I am an on-call tow truck operator, and figure I'll be going out early the next morning.

Right as my head hit the pillow, my two-way radio alerted me, and someone on the other

side asked me if I was still awake.

They said that they've got one car accident in the next town over, and that the police

department once had expedited.

After a roughly 20-minute drive, I'm headed out of this small town, looking for the accident,

and that's when I see it.

The corner and forensic vans parked in the road, amongst a dozen squad cars, and it was

at that moment that I knew that this was going to be very dark.

I will spare you the details, but some people were involved, that were definitely under the

influence and driving at the same time.

A lot of injury and a lot of ruin, especially when it came to the car.

So after I surveyed the scene, I set up my truck, and I got to work, coordinating with

the people on the site, to remove the vehicle from the ditch, as well as to preserve as

much evidence as possible.

And it was no sooner when I finally got things hooked up, and was about to use my truck

to get things going, that I hear frantic beeping of a car horn.

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