An elderly Jewish man is bumped by a car while crossing the street. He is seemingly unhurt, but his wife persuades him to go to the doctor, just in case. He returns home, and his wife says — “Nu, vos zogt der doktor?”
[“So? What did the doctor say?”] “Der doktor zogt az ich hob a flucky.” [“The doctor says I have a flucky.”] “Oy, gevalt! A flucky! Terrible! What do you do for a flucky?” “I don’t know — he didn’t say, and I forgot to ask.” Well, by this time the wife is in a state of high anxiety. She tells her neighbors “My husband was hit by a car, and now he has a flucky! I don’t know what to do!” Neighbor #1 says, “In the old country, when someone had a flucky, we always applied cold. Cold is the best thing for a flucky.” Neighbor #2 says, “What are you talking about? Cold is absolutely the worst thing you could do for a flucky! We always applied heat, that’s the only thing to do for a flucky.” Cold, heat! Oy! Now thoroughly agitated, the wife decides to call the doctor herself. “Doctor, please tell me, what’s wrong with my husband?”
“I told him… nothing’s wrong. He got off lucky.”
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