The Angel

An angel showed up. I asked the angel if it would help me win the lottery.

The angel said, “Nope.”

I asked again, this time saying that I would split the winnings.

The angel said, “I’m not any good at granting desires.”

I asked what the angel was good at.

The angel said, “Smoking. Do you have a cigarette?”

I said that I didn’t smoke. I mentioned that I used to be addicted to Just Like Dad candy cigarettes when I was a kid. I couldn’t afford my habit and shoplifted four to five packs a day from the 7-11. I was cavalier about it and I never got caught.

The angel said, “That’s because I was protecting you.”

I said that if the angel was protecting me, how come it let me develop an addiction in the first place.

The angel said, “I know, it doesn’t make any sense.”

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.