BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

I shoulda known better. I go to the diner around the corner, plunk myself down @ the window table & order my nightly cuppa joe & a bit o' delicious from Ruthie. No sooner do I take a sip than a dame appears actin' like she was expectin' me. Why, I don't know but I ain't about to ask. So we start talkin' about everything & nothing. Then she asks if I'd go up to the counter to get her a glass of milk. Funny, she didn't look like the type but who am I to judge? Sure, I say and go find Ruthie for the dame's glass of moo. By the time I turned around, she was gone & so was my Butterfinger! Dames.