In the sixties, I was office manager for a sales and distribution company. We had a warehouse that stocked a large amount of grocery products and we had a couple of men working in the warehouse unloading rail cars and trucks, and then loading trucks that came by to pick up their orders.
One of the truck drivers that picked up at the warehouse, was also a friend of mine. As he was making his rounds this one day, he found a female mannequin that had been placed in the alley by a clothing store that had burned and he asked if he could have it.
That afternoon he brought it by the warehouse when he came by to make a pickup. It was in a large cardboard box with her legs sticking up and out of the box. Her legs were smutty, and the black high heel shoes showed they had been burned. When our worker, a very large black man pushed his two wheel truck up into the the trailer with several cases of canned goods on it, he saw those legs sticking up, and he lost control, dropped the truck, scattering the cases of Campbell soup and he came running off the trailer, screaming there is a dead woman in there.
Thats when the fun began.
To be continuied.