At the height of the dotcom boom the company I worked for had hiring practices that bordered on philanthropy. The owner of the company has a kind heart and truly wanted to use his success to help others along. Often people with little or no technical skill were hired and then moved about the company to try and find a fit. Often it worked and we would get someone willing, astute, and eventually useful. Others would move about until they settled into a position where they could do the least damage until the bubble burst and they were laid off. I was one of the beneficiaries of this largess, being allowed to grow into a senior programmer from humble self-taught beginnings, so I never looked askance at these hires.
One such hire was brought on under the company's unspoken nepotism policy. We were literally a Mom & Pop software company, where cousins and in-laws minded the store. He was some sort of distant cousin of the owners, nearly technically illiterate, and had spent most of his life as a surf bum. He was good natured and well liked, but useless for developing software. He was infamous for coming into the developer's room and asking inane questions, but one particular instance has become legend.
"Hey, Dudes, sorry to bother you, but I'm totally stuck. I'm working on this project for the boss and they used Roman numerals in the notes. You guys always tell me to try and figure things out myself first, so I've been looking all morning in Word, and in my fonts, but I can't find the Roman numeral font. It must not be on my machine or something."
All you could hear were case fans.
Then someone spoke up.
"We don't have time to help you with that. Just use upper case I's, V's and X's for now."
"Oh, yeah, that's a good idea. Thanks man! Later."