This isn't the same thing, but it's on the same subject.
About five years ago, I worked for a small company in Ames. My boss was the owner, and one night he asked me if he could borrow my truck for the evening. He had to move some leaves, or branches or something, and he didn't have a vehicle that could do it. I said ok, and we traded vehicles. The next morning, when I arrived at work, I went up to my boss and gave him the keys to his vehicle. He said thanks and handed me my keys. Then, I went back out to my truck to move it to a different parking spot, and much to my surprise, the entire windshield was cracked. Not just a single crack, but spiderwebbed everywhere.
I went back inside and asked my boss what had happened. And he totally played dumb! He was like, "what are you talking about?" I told him that the windshield was destroyed, and he tried to play it off like it must have been that way when I gave it to him. I tried not to get mad, so all i could do was laugh. We went outside, and I showed him. Finally he admitted that it must have happened on his way to work that morning, but he didn't notice because it was dark. (yeah right) He said he remembered something hitting the windshield. It was at this point that I noticed all the feathers in my truck bed. I said that it looked like he hit a pheasant. He denied this, but suggested instead that perhaps someone in the car ahead of him might have "thrown" a pheasant at him. I'm not kidding. This was his story and he wouldn't budge on it. He wanted me to call my insurance company and tell them that someone had thrown a bird at my windshield, and to leave his name out of it. What a cheapskate. Finally, I just told him no. I said that I wasn't going to turn it in on my insurance. I got the winshield fixed and just gave him the bill. He paid it, but he never admitted that he had done anything wrong. I'm so glad I quit that job.