I once knew a priest who was an incredible strict constructionist, to the point of having the nerve to rebuke a bishop for making a prostration after the Epiclesis on a Sunday. The bishop looked the offending presbyter right in the eye and responded: "the canons, Father, forbid a prostration of repentance on certain days. A prostration of thanks is permitted."
And then there's the "flying pages" kneeling . . .
I don't know whether the book was new, the fans were set differently, or Father just didn't have the hang of placing things on the pages yet.
Noting his difficulties with the pages, I found myself kneeling by the altar, doing my best to unobtrusively to keep a finger on the corner of the page