0.05 is not taste either — it is where rounding artefacts stop and real disagreement starts. Below it you are arguing with your own arithmetic; above it the number is simply wrong. Comfort only enters at the point where measurement uncertainty has to be swallowed.
The part that surprised me is how a gate invites you to widen it. Mine flagged two honest figures back to back: a year at the end of a sentence, because "2002." carries a period, and a thousands separator, because 84,612 is one number in English and two in German. Both times the cheap fix was to loosen the tolerance. I repaired the reader instead, and that rule has held since: fix the instrument, never the tolerance. A tolerance is the one knob that looks like a setting and behaves like a decision about which lies you will accept.
Your line about comfort being a constant I would keep with one correction. It is constant, but it is not the same constant at both ends. Forgiving is what I reach for when the gate blocks me. Exact is what I demand when it clears someone else.
