It’s always the swamp.
The car is in the swamp, the bus, the missing cases of [redacted] for the [redacted] project, the file cabinets from the Hoover administration.
Heck, there are even reports of bigfoot being in the swamp.
He’s probably running an illegal junkyard there with mothman and the Jersey Devil.
A couple weeks ago I had some idiot kid in a jeep come up behind me and hit me at a stop sign.
Claimed that he “stepped on the clutch instead of the brake.”
Fortunately he didn’t hit the car hard enough to do anything but crack a little of the fiberglass on the back bumper but I was still annoyed.
If I’d been driving a new car his parents would have been very angry. As it was I’d been having a bad day and decided to sigh and move on.