BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

It was a cold and wet night in Vancouver, Washington. Out of the dampness a phone rings. I answer with my usual flair "it's your dime,for your phone call time". On the other end my Granddaughter Aliyah says "Huh"? Not understanding my sense of humor. I say come on over but under on condition. No one touches my Butterfinger. I don't want to point fingers, not even a Butterfinger, but with in 4 hours of her arrival my Butterfinger goes missing. I found the wrapper but the local police were not willing to lift off the fingerprints or run DNA scan. I will have to hire a detective.