After having the usual daily argument with my dearest Father, he gets in a flat panic because his PC has stopped working and he needs it for a subset of his work on the other machine. He starts blaming me and asks me to fix it for him. Remembering that the machine runs a mixture of SATA and SAS drives, I ask him what one is the boot drive, which is answered with some swearing and a tangent, but not what I need to know.
The machine is upright with the side off to allow for disk configuration changes. Mid way through the install, he pushes me out of the way to get past and knocks the computer over and manages to pull out the SAS connector. I asked him what drive it was since there were 4 in there and I'm met with more abuse, but no answer. He says that "you cannot run SATA drives on a SAS controler" in an indirect attempt to say "use the SATA drive". Not only was he wrong about the connectivity but none of the drives were different. Taking a guess I picked the top drive since normally you put the top drive on the primary port and boot from it.
After kicking off the install again, dad finally plucks his head from his backside and asks me what drive did I use?. "Well the top one because you couldn't give me a straight answer". "NO DON'T ****ING USE THAT DRIVE. IT HAS ALL MY DATA ON IT!. WHAT THE ****'S WRONG WITH YOU DO YOU NOT LISTEN?".
Had enough of him by this point so my retort was "Well it looks like you were wrong about the SAS controler. And since when I do anything to help you all you do is moan, moan, and more some more, you can ****ing finish it".
Not the best way of doing it but not a bad blooper
