When my faithful and loving parents got to the store that was 90 miles from their home the jacket that Kit-Kat refused to hold was the WRONG jacket. It did not have a hood. The hood is apparently a necessity for Michael. Needless to say I was not very happy. When I am old I am going to pull up my support hose and grab my black patent leather purse and hunt down Kit Kat. I will then proceed to beat her with the purse until my hose are sagging. I figure my age will garner sympathy with the jury especially if they have ever been in the dark and deafening dungeon Abercrombie calls a store. Ya’ll pray for Kit Kat….