Frozen evidence
Submitted by Scott R on 4/1/2010 7:02 PM
I was eating one of those ice cream and Butterfinger swirled desserts from a nationally recognized fast food chain when my son had to use the restroom. I put my half-eaten cup of happiness in the holder to wait for me. When I arrived back to my car a few minutes later, I was greeted by a smiling wife and an empty cup! My son laughed, and still till today, I wonder, was it a set-up? He could have been part of an inside job.