I'm sure you all have some doozies!
Once upon a time, as a new grad, I worked in an ICU in TN. Very small, 6 beds. Theis hospital had this certain patient who would call the ER to tell them he was coming in. When he came to the ER, he was ALWAYS admitted. So, one night, right after I started, the NM comes in and says, "Jeffy's on his way to the ER. Here's a list. Run to town and get this stuff for him." The list included a certain kind of yogurt, KFC extra-crispy chicken, Mickey-D's fries, a Blizzard from DQ, and a few other things.
I asked for the keys to the hospital van, and she said that not only was I expected to go in MY car, but that I was supposed to PAY for this stuff!
"Just get the receipts. We'll deal with THAT later. Hurry up. If it isn't here when he gets here, he'll call Mr. Sands (The hospital CEO)."
I looked her dead in the face and started cackling. I couldn't help it. It was so ridiculous.
Add that into the fact that this ICU had open visitation, we could not curb visitors. And the one time I was pulled from the unit to the floor to "help" for a few hours, I was given the NM's patient load, whereupon, she promptly sat down, put her feet up, and said "OK, who brought the UNO cards tonight? I'm ready to play!"

I was not long at that hospital.
Let's hear some of yours!