Me: "I'm depressed."
Chris: "Do you need me to put some cheerios in you?"
Me: "I dunno."
Chris: "Would you like to see me do a jig?"
Chris: "Honey, do you want me to?"
But ultimately, all I got was a finger dance. And when I complained I was told that "in many ways a finger dance is much more complicated than a jig" because for a jig all one has to do is "stand up and jig a little bit."
I'm not buying it.