Helping a tear

Angel having a conversation about its broken wing.

The angel appeared in my office. I asked to what do I owe the honor. (I ask that of all visitors, even the ghost of Stalin.)

The angel said, “I have a torn wing. Can you help?”

I said yes, and got out some scotch tape. I applied it to the tear. The angel tested out the wing by flying around the room.

The angel said, “Thanks, the wing seems to working now.”

I said that was good.

The angel said, “I’d like to pay you.”

I said, “Don’t be ridiculous, it was just some tape.”

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