“Don’t worry about that. How’s Harry?”
“Tucked up in bed with a cold—which is one of the reasons I ran out.
I swear you’d think he had the plague instead of the sniffles.
He’s driving me crazy.”
In defense of the man in your life who seems to complain more than you do about a cold, it turns out that there is such a thing as “man flu,” and his whining might in fact be warranted.