BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

It seemed like just another ordinary day at MIT as I groggily slapped the snooze button on my alarm. It was the third day in a row that I'd pulled an all-nighter working on my nanoelectronics class. To make the prospect of going to class more palpable, I packed a Butterfinger bar in my backpack, for my late morning class. It was getting late--I headed for class. I smiled at the coffee-toting fellow students as I entered the classroom. My treat was going to be much more rewarding than their bitter coffee. I smugly sat down, opened my bag, and gasped in horror: "Where's my Butterfinger?!"