I was at my mom’s when my husband came to pick me up. She handed me a big box of homemade jams, and I asked him to pop the trunk.
He told me to just put it in the back seat — said the trunk was “really dirty.”
“From what?” I asked.
He just shrugged it off. “Work stuff.” But he works in an office.
I let it go. But days later, when I asked to borrow the car, he refused. Weird, since it’s our family car.
Getting suspicious, I offered to clean the trunk.
He went pale, scrambling for excuses.
What the hell was he hiding — a body?
My mind raced with all kinds of bad thoughts.
That night, after he fell asleep, I grabbed his keys and quietly opened the trunk.
I nearly screamed because there was…
A mountain of old, muddy gardening tools, half-empty paint cans, and — wait for it — a giant stash of his secret snacks.
Turns out, my “office worker” husband had been sneaking off to a side gig as a weekend landscaper to make extra cash.
And the “dirty trunk” was his not-so-secret garden shed on wheels.
I laughed so hard I woke him up.
Sometimes the wildest mysteries are just… dirtier than you expected.