Butterfinger Jacked in broad daylight
Submitted by Ida M on 4/1/2010 8:44 AM
I was walking to my car during my lunch hour, when I suddenly felt as though someone was following me. I looked to the left and to the right, but no one was there. I placed my keyes between my fingers in a defensive role to protect myself. The parking lot was empty. Suddenly, I got to my car and attempted to open the car door. Someone came up from behind me, and demanded that I hand it over. I gave them the keys to the car, but that is not what they wanted. They wanted my (I can not even say it without crying)They wanted my butterfinger. I was butterfinger jacked in broad daylight.