Funny story, I flew with a captain out of NYC years ago that thought he was the "end all, be all, SkyGod" that wouldn't take suggestions and expected to micromanage every part of the operation.
Fine, I can play this game.
We pushback, the tug driver says "Clear to start" and I ask, "How many do you want?" as we often single-engine taxi the 767.
"I'll tell you how many I want when I call for them"
Ok! I know where this is headed. This is a game I can play and a sneaky bastard like me always wins.
We complete pushback, the tug driver is cleared to disconnect and he salutes us as he heads back to the terminal area.
"Flaps 5, call for taxi"
"Ramp, SouthernJets 123 ready to taxi"
"Taxi up to kilo kilo short of alpha, ground .9"
"Kilo Kilo, point 9 at the top of the alley"
Captain advances power, clearly nothing happens.
So I just sit there, waiting for him to call for an engine start as he fiddles with the parking brake and hasn't realized that (a) it's very quiet (b) the engines don't advance when he applies power and then… realizes that he hasn't called for an engine start.
So now there are about three other jets behind us, all bitching about how we're sitting there clogging the ramp without our engine started.
So he calls for one, but since it was summer and we had (somewhat) sunken into the ramp, one engine won't do it and now the relief pilot says, "Maybe we should start the other engine!" and I reply, "If the captain wanted a two-engine taxi, he would have asked for it!" (clearly in jest).
So then he commands, "Start #2".
"Gladly".
Captains, your fellow cockpit crew members really want you to look good and do a good job for you. Let them. Besides, you get all the mythical SkyGod "airline glory" anyway.