This co-worker of mine who drives a forklift has a habit of driving his forks straight into materials, almost as if he's not looking while driving at all.
He's the religious type. I've seen him reading books written by Joyce Meyer...
I've held my tongue for years, but finally snapped and suggested that maybe he stop letting Jesus take the wheel.
Have you tried, “Gee Jim, how about you stop fucking things up so I don’t have to spend my life cleaning up your messes?”