Have you ever met that person who is obsessive over their little piece of the universe? It could be the parking lot attendant who has possession of your car, the security guard that you have to get past, the person behind the window at the tow pound? People sometime obsess over that one place where they wield power. It doesn't matter if you're a PhD or wearing a 5 thousand dollar Armani suit -- this person has control over your life for these few minutes. I remember an office manager at a newsroom I worked in. She would obsessively separate the pens, pencils, pape rclips into their containers each morning. It got to the point where everyone would purposely mess things up just to watch her reflexively go back and straighten out the mess. One day I saw here separating condiment packets that had accumulated from takeout food orders. Ketchup here, duck sauce here, etc. I think this is the type of person he was -- but to a far more extreme. She crossed a line that shattered his notion of king of his universe.