When I sold flowers for a living, my boss was the type of guy who would tear around the city in his giant Econoline van at top speed, sometimes going the wrong way down one-way streets, usually laughing maniacally, and when he'd inevitably get in a fender-bender he'd intimidate the other driver into leaving the scene -- who he'd then sue. He was also suing his fiancee's insurance company for an accident they were in, and of course they both were suing the other driver. Lovely people. I ended up quitting over a pair of scissors.

For persnickety-ness, I'd have to recall the boss, the owner of a well-known automotive publishing company, who, when he wanted photocopies of his mail, required it all at 95% "so the edges wouldn't get cut off". Nevermind that everything he wanted copies of had good wide margins already. My first day he personally carefully showed me how to set the copier correctly, and then how to paper clip things together and stack them.