An old customer of mine was the king of mindfuckery.
Part of my job many moons ago was to offer 3rd line support for the software I wrote. If 1st and 2nd line had failed it was up to us the programmers to sort out. This usually left us unmolested by the common IT muppets that the particular sector my company supplied software to (Retail).

Except this chap. I'm sure he'd been trained by Derren Brown or Mrs Doyle because without fail his problems would end up filtering through to me which was no mean feat to achieve.

He was Irish and he managed this by questioning absolutely everything that anyone said told him in an increasingly doubting and polite manner.

Me: *explanation about something*
Him: "Are you sure now?"
Me: "Yes."
Him: "But are you sure now?"
Me: "Absolutely"
Him: "Right. But are you sure, because, you know. I'm not so sure."
Me: "I'm almost certain."
Him "So you're not so sure yourself then, so?"
Me: "Erm. Leave it with me. I'll double check..."
Him: "I'll look forward to your confirmation. Thank you."

Every fcuking time he'd do this on me even though I'd 100% know I was right. Lovely chap he was though.
( Airman Gabber Living life like a 70's BBC presenter, Thu 12 Jan 2012, 14:52, Reply)