Here is an amusing story which I heard a while back, from a colleague who died recently.
Many years ago, he was working with one of those big computer systems of old. One of the bosses told him to run a certain process - or was it a report? - and to assign it "priority 1".
So he very obediently applied priority 1. He didn't bother to explain that on this particular system, the priorities went from 0 to 9, 9 being the
highest priority. As a result, the process took a few hours longer.
(Perhaps he thought the people in charge ought to know how the system worked.)
Difference in opinions hath cost many millions of lives: for instance, whether flesh be bread, or bread be flesh; whether whistling be a vice or a virtue; whether it be better to kiss a post, or throw it into the fire... (from Gulliver's Travels)
