I used to work for a guy who I won’t name. He was a pain in the a$$! He would call me into his office and give me “special projects”:

“…call my lawyer and have my will changed so that it specifies which months of the year each of my children can wear my wristwatches…”

“…call XYZ movers and tell them that I want them to move all of the watercolors from the first floor to the second floor and all of the watercolors from the second floor to the third floor. Then put all the watercolors from the third floor in storage until next year..” (What about the Acrylics?) [Look of disgust and finger pointing out of the office (my cue to leave)]

Another memorable one:

”Call the people that service my Saab. Tell them that I want them to find a way to optimize how the windshield washer spray hits the windshield so that it is an even amount…”

(this time I pushed back): ‘Ydnar – they already did that!’

”Did they? When?”

’When they designed and built the car; its a Saab! It wasn’t designed by 14 year-old kids goofing around with pens and pencils… they are Swedes! They are engineering fanatics!’

”… you had better be right!”

maybe I was/maybe I wasn’t but I didn’t have to humiliate myself to call Saab and ask them to recalibrate his windshield washers!