In which a friend offers to do something and Primo goes all engineer, jumping straight to the ultra-fine details instead of looking at the big picture

Me: Kathy messaged this morning. She was so sorry to hear about your mom. She asked if there was anything she could d--

Primo: People can't do anything when they are far away! They always ask that, but what can they do?

Me: SO ANYWAY. I told her that your dad is in the hospital and that you are driving 75 miles each way every day to see him there. She suggested having a meal delive--

Primo: To where? To the hospital? My dad isn't even on solids yet!

Me: SO LISTEN. The WHOLE POINT of this story is that we have a friend who is SO LOVELY that she is trying to figure out how to ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING. Yes, she is far away. But she loves you and cares about you and wants to somehow make this easier for you. She can't tell us that she will come over and cut the grass or stop at the store or bring us a lasagna. She is really thinking hard about what she can actually do.

Primo: Oh. You're right.

Me: We are lucky to have her as a friend.

Primo: Yes. That was really nice of her.

Me: Which was my point.