I worked for an evil idiot who never really understood the world as others do. He often managed by magazine article, and you could always tell when his subscription had arrived.

"You know what a paradigm is don't you? It's a box!!! and boxes are bad, you've got to think outside them."

"Really, Chief, I thought it was a model, an exemplar. Maybe I'll put a paradigm in a box and deliver it to the next staff meeting."

"GET OUT OF MY OFFICE"

Having suffered through years of knee jerk decisions, memos which appeared to have been poorly translated from an ancient language, and lectures on the way the world ought to be, I lost it in a meeting in which the idiot looked at me and said "You just don't understand the subtle, nuancal, differences."

Nuancal? What the hell is that? Hoist the nuancal, and be smart about it! Im sorry, you have nuancal tunnel syndrome, and there's nothing we can do. I'd like the Nuancal '48, please, with the fish course.

What a boob.

We won though. He cracked up and left the service.