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, but you know deserves it...
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 asshole!' And hung up.
I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' 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 asshole!' It always
cheered me up.
When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic
'asshole' 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 asshole!' 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 asshole
(I had his number on speed dial)
I thought that I'd better call the BMW asshole, too.
I said;
'Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?'
He said,'Yes, it is.'
I then 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 ranch style house 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 asshole!'
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 asshole #1. He said, 'Hello' I said, 'You're an
asshole!'
(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, 'Asshole, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd., in Fairfax, a
yellow ranch style home and 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, asshole,' and hung up.
Then I called Asshole #2.
He said, 'Hello?'
I said, 'Hello, asshole,'
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, asshole, here's your chance.
I'm coming over right now.'
Then I hung up and immediately called
the police, saying that I was on my way over to 34 Oaktree Blvd, in
Fairfax, to kill my gay lover.
Then I called Channel 7 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!