A Snack-ish Friend in Need

"Do you have snacks?" I ask my friend. She works all the way on the other side of the building, so I've called her on her extension.

"Yes," she says, and before the word has even travelled at light speed through the phone, I'm halfway down the hall to her cubicle, where she's lain out an array of salty snacks, including Saltines, Goldfish Crackers, and those little rectangular chip-like things you get with soup from the Chinese takeout place. 

I grab a handful of the Goldfish, practically crying in gratitude, while she smiles like a Boy Scout who's just helped a little old lady across the street.