BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

Thunder in the distance shook my concentration lose of the dragged out early morning conference call. I was running on a lousy cup of jet-black coffee. The weather outside reflected the imbalance in my stomach. Needing a quick bite I pressed the phone’s mute button while turning the speaker to blearing. Down the hall TK the Tummy Food Monster keeps a snack drawer filled with Butterfingers, I quickly ran. Every step closer the smell of peanut butter seemed to fill my nostrils. I arrived at his empty work station salivating. I laid my finger on his Butterfinger!