Surgeons versus Pilots, by Yan Attias. A short story about the similarities.
The lines of defences at the hospital were the usual ones. First stop at the reception lobby where a pretty Aussie girl asked me how my day was going today. God bless Queensland I thought, the entire Anglo-Saxon world really. I then took the elevator to the admin area where they take your money and make you fill out a bunch of forms. They too were really friendly, and the girl there looked at me like if I had just stepped off a cruise ship. Couldn’t really blame her. I was really tanned and had my Steve McQueen Italian Persol sunnies on, the only worthy type of sunglasses according to me.
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