Missing Dagger, Lightly Used

For the second year in a row, the P and my mas and I went shopping for yuletide cheer yesterday at the world's best gas station near the outlet mall in the Amana Colonies.  Amongst other earthly delights, one could score all the canned beef, dandelion wine, and rhubarb jam one could want at this BP.  We settled for some Iowa Pale Ale, cheese curds, and rye bread, but if you ever find yourself crossing Iowa on I-80, stop there, as the Amish really know their Piestengle.  

(Note!  Don't be lured in by all the flashy lights and billboards and end up at the Jamboree truckstop in Walcott instead - the Williamsburg BP is way better.)

On our way there, we saw a truck pulled over on the highway with a huge hole in the windshield and the driver slumped over the steering wheel.  There was a passenger very calmly just sitting there, and a state trooper behind them calling for reinforcements.  This mystery only four months after the three of us witnessed a bloody shirtless guy with a dagger  walking down Sunnyside Ave.  Fortunately, in both cases it would seem nobody was hurt seriously (sometimes a guy just wants to slump/ wander about bloodied, knife in hand).  We just happened to come across these incidents at their most mystifying moments.  I have to say, with the exception of a gentleman named Science getting shot on rollerskates in front of a school bus full of children last year (from the sounds of it, he had it coming), all the excitement is happening west of Big Muddy. 

For those with Christmas shopping left who can't make it to the nearest Amish gas station, there is still a lightly used dagger in the grass off Sunnyside somewhere, barely covered in snow.