I had the flu last week. It was not a fun ride. On Wednesday, I reported to a buddy that I had just thrown up.
"It tasted like the curry I had Sunday night," I moaned pitiably. Everyone cringed and shuddered appropriately. And then, not 10 minutes later, my buddy set out for dinner.
"Now I want curry," he said without a trace of humor. Then he got curry.
I defy you to find a woman would be so inspired.