When you
> occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take
> it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you
> don't know..
I was> sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd
> forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered,
> saying > "Hello."
>
> I politely said, "This is Chris. Could I please speak with Robyn Carter?"
> Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear
> "Get the right
> f***ing number!" and the phone was slammed down on
> me.
I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robyn's correct number to call her, I found that I had
> accidentally transposed the last two digits.
>
> After hanging up with her, I decided to call the
> 'wrong' number again.
> When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled
> "You're an @$$*0*e!" and hung up. I wrote his number
> down with the word '@$$*0*e' next to it, and put it in my desk
> drawer.
Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really
> bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an @$$*0*e!" It always
> cheered me up.
> When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my
> therapeutic '@$$*0*e' calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said,
> "Hi, this is John Smith from the telephone
> company. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?"
He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone.
I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an @$$*0*e!" and hung up.
>
> One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull
> into a parking Spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the
> spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that
> I'd been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale " sign in his back window, so I
> wrote down his number.
> A couple of days later, right after calling the first @$$*0*e (I had his number on speed dial), I thought that
> I'd better call the BMW @$$*0*e, too. I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?" He said, "Yes, it is."
I asked, "Can you tell me where I can see it?" He said, "Yes, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd , in Fairfax . It's a yellow cape, and the car's parked right out in front.". I asked, "What's your name?". He said, "My name is Don Hansen,". I asked, "When's a good time to catch you,
Don?". He said, "I'm home every evening after five."
I said, "Listen, Don, can I tell you > something?". He said, "Yes?" I said, "Don, you're an @$$*0*e!". Then I hung up,
> and added his number to my speed dial, too.
> Now, when I had a problem, I had two assholes to
> call.
>
> Then I came up with an idea. I called @$$*0*e ..1.
>
> He said, "Hello.". I said, "You're an @$$*0*e!"
> (But I didn't hang up.)
>
He asked, "Are you still there?" I said, "Yeah," He screamed, "Stop calling me," I said, "Make me," He asked, "Who are
> you?" I said, "My name is Don Hansen."
> He said, "Yeah? Where do you live?" I said, "@$$*0*e, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd. , in Fairfax , a yellow cape, I have a black
> Beamer parked in front."
> He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers."
>
> I said, "Yeah, like I 'm really scared, @$$*0*e," and hung up.
>
> Then I called @$$*0*e ..2. He said, "Hello?"
> I said, "Hello, @$$*0*e," He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are....." I said, "You'll what?" He exclaimed, "I'll kick your ass,"
>
> I answered, "Well, @$$*0*e, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now."
> Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 34 Oaktree Blvd , in Fairfax , and that I was on my way
> over there to kill my gay lover.
> Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down in Oaktree Blvd. in Fairfax .
> I quickly got into my car and headed over to Fairfax . I got there just in time to watch two assholes beating the
> crap out of each other in front of six cop cars, an overhead news helicopter and surrounded by a news crew..
> NOW I feel much better. Anger management really does work !!.
>