I worked a really bad single vehicle wreck this morning. The vehicle was located where the trooper couldn't get to it and it required an extensive recovery. After I got it onto my truck, the trooper jumped up on the bed to look inside for passenger identification. I was hooking up a chain when he said, "Oh my god!" He asked me to come up and look, and when I did, he pointed to a bloody mess on the dash and asked, "Are those brains?" I pointed to another piece of matter that was stuck to the inside of the passenger side window. I told him that I though it was, so he asked me to go direct traffic so one of the other (more experienced) officers could come look. When they were through, he came back to finish traffic control so I could finish loading and I asked what the verdict was. He said, "Nope! Chicken fried steak." Someone in the van was eating chicken fried steak and when it was mixed with blood, the wrinkled batter on one side looked a lot like brains. I don't think I'll have an appetite for chicken fried steak for a little while.
Dinner anyone?
Dinner anyone?