Mike: I don't think our fig tree made it through the winter.
Me: Ahhhhhh, that sucks.
Mike: I know, I'll probably need to get rid of it. Maybe we can plant something else in its place.
Me: No! Don't cut it down. I love that tree.
Mike: You don't like figs, you never ate a single fig from the tree, and you never gave a single fig to anyone else.
Me: But I liked telling people we had a fig tree.