i had a senior partner for many years who once made a prescient observation about another partner of mine, widely beloved but capable of making you scratch your head bald with his observations/comments. one of us got a 911, and the day it drove up in the back parking lot, basically the whole firm turned out to see the new red sports car--lawyers, paralegals, secretaries. many things heard: "what's the top end?" "how fast 0-60?" "does it really have an air-cooled engine?" "what's that big tail on the back do?" and, then, from the partner #2--"does it have a full size spare tire?" this pretty much shut down the gathering, and everyone filed back in thinking wtf?
in coffee room later, wondering what the hell was he thinking, the senior partner explained it: "somewhere along the line, Frank confused being cute with being stupid." 30 years later, it still resonates.