The other day I went to the doctor to get some shots for my upcoming trip to India (Pulao and I leave Xmas day for a long vacation to her parents’ homestead in Delhi). Although there’s not much risk of malaria in Delhi, my doc says its pretty standard to take some kind of malarial prophylaxis when visiting India. OK, I say.
“There’re two drugs that are good. A cheap one with side effects, and an expensive one with none.”
This sounds to me like the intro to a parable, or a joke. “What are the side effects for the . . .