Do they still get bon bons on their pillows at night?
At Ft Sam Houston in the 80’s when I was a resident, they had a single interventional cardiologist at the hospital. One guy.
He was a Major and out of shape and hated the PT test. He would show up at the PT test with a box of donuts, handing them out, and when the run started would slowly walk up to the start line while everyone else ran. They couldn’t start timing the run till he crossed, and everyone else was a half a lap around the track before he made it. He failed every time.
And he knew there was nothing they could do to him.
“Do they still get bon bons on their pillows at night?”
Only when the air conditioners are working. :)