once, in my spot, a worker was parking a train and another worker who was walking around helping him felt bad, had a heart attack or something, and fell unconscious on the tracks. the guy parking the cars, since it was dark, couldn't see jack shit so he just ran him over, splitting the poor soul in half. they had police strings all around the spot and investigators and police came from time to time, until the case was closed.
maybe it was the same guy who saw me paint the two times i had to run....he never ran after me, the good man......
that's pretty sad.