What's The Most Ridiculous Thing You've Seen Someone Get Chewed Out For?

In a private conversation, in the privacy of my own home. I told my wife that I was not a big fan of the base commanders Officer's all-call's at the O-club. There were a couple hundred officers and their wives at these mixers. Not my idea of a great time to mingle about smartly with people who I had no contact professionally or socially other than these quarterly events. I knew and was friendly with every Navy officer, CPO, and PO that my duties put me in contact with.

My wife was friendly with the Barracks XO's wife. For reasons that escape me, my dislike of the all-call's came up in a conversation between my wife and the XO's wife. I was called to the XO's office, locked at the position of attention and had my ass high volume handed to me for about 3 minutes. The topic, my dislike of the all-call's. He followed up with an order that I would say nothing to my wife about the ass chewing I just got. Whereupon I informed him that
1) I was going to the all-call, never said I wasn't going, never intended to not go; [he freely admitted that his wife never said that I intended not to go.]
2) The CO can order me to do something. No one can order me to like doing that something. (I guarantee no one ever knew I didn't like the all-call's before.)
3) The XO's authority does not extend into my marriage, and I will discuss any %$#@&! thing I want with my wife as long as the topic is not classified.
4) The XO will stay out of my marriage, end of discussion.

He immediately started handing me my ass again. Whereupon I informed him that he would have to continue this in the CO's office, if he wanted me present. Did an about face and went to the CO's office. The CO ordered us to neutral corners. The XO never broached the topic with me again.

So, I got called into the Master Chiefs office one morning, when I arrived, I could see he was very upset and one of the guys who worked for me in our shop was there.
I had sent this sailor to clean the Master chief’s office, and he did an outstanding job, the master chief came over and showed me his coffee cup and it was sparkling clean.
Unbeknownst to me or the guy I sent to clean the office this mug had been with the master chief for many many years, and it had a good coating of old coffee on the sides that made his coffee taste the way he wanted, and now it was clean and nothing tasted right.
So, after about 10 min of yelling, he told us what we were going to do to fix it, we were to make 6 cups of coffee a day in that cup until it got the correct amount of brown gook on the sides.
It was back in 1989 so I can’t remember if we ever got to where he liked it but I doubt it