Trettiende mars:
USA:
Alfred F. Jones, USA, loved doctors. Not in an hypochondriacal way, but more in a "I'll keep asking them for advice on my health and I think they're amazing heroes that save the day more than once"-way.
So, every year on National Doctor's Day, he would bring lunch for the doctors in the neighborhood he was in and pay for high-end lunch to be brought to the doctors in the rest of the country.
He didn't bring any fast or junk food. He'd learned his lesson the hard way the first time he'd initiated this practice; doctors tended to frown on anything dripping with grease. He didn't understand it himself, hamburgers were cool, but he'd a rule to never argue with heroes (he just wished that the rest of the world would do the same, he was so tired of having all his plans shot down at World Meetings).
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