On Thursday, after four days of fever and coughing, I finally gave in and went to the doctor.
A case of the “real flu, not one of those imitations,” were the doctor’s exact words.
(Okay, maybe not his exact words. After all, his exact words were: “שפעת אמיתית, לא אחד מהזיופים האלו”, but I think you get the general idea.)
I must confess that I was actually quiet pleased with myself. In fact, since Thursday, I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to have a conversation along the following lines:
Other person: So, what do you have?
Me: (oh-so-modestly) An authentic case of the flu.
OP: (impressed) Wow! I just have a generic virus.
Me: (with not more than a touch of condescension and superiority) Oh, really? Well, I guess you wanted to save a few agurot, but personally, I find that the quality just isn’t the same. Still, whatever works for you…