Green-Aproned Angel

Clutching my fruit bowl while nearly frozen in grief over my day being minus a rice krispie
treat. A favored green-aproned angel asked how I was and my tongue transformed into a launching pad and words of my crushed emotional demeanor were the missile. He magically offered to deliver a hidden remaining rice krispie treat to my table. I insisted on waiting at the counter ... I mean why wait the minutes while he walks the length of the Starbucks...when I can wait and have it in seconds.