Having a bad day?
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 had
forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it.
A man answered, saying, "Hello."
I politely said, "Could I please speak with Robin Carter?"
Suddenly, the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that Anyone
could be so rude. I realized I had called the wrong number. I tracked down
Robin's correct number and called her. I had accidentally transposed the last
two digits of her phone number. 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 *******!" and hung
I wrote his number down with the word '*******' next to it, and put it in my
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 *******!" It always cheered me up.
When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic '*******' calling
would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith
from the Telephone Company. I'm just calling to see if you're familiar with
the Caller ID program?"
He yelled, "NO!" and slammed the phone down.
I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an *******!"
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 had been waiting for that spot.
The idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his car window . . so, I
wrote down his number.
A couple of days later, right after calling the first ******* ( I had his
number on speed dial), I thought I had better call the BMW *******, too.
I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"
"Yes, it is."
"Can you tell me where I can see it?"
"Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th Street . It's a yellow house, and the car's
parked right out in front."
"What's your name?" I asked.
"My name is Don Hansen," he said.
"When's a good time to catch you, Don?"
"I'm home every evening after five."
"Listen, Don, can I tell you something?"
"Don, you're an *******."
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.
But after several months of calling them, it wasn't as enjoyable as it used to
be. So, I came up with an idea. I called ******* #1.
"You're an *******!" (But I didn't hang up.)
"Are you still there?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"Stop calling me," he screamed.
"Make me," I said.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"My name is Don Hansen."
"Yeah? Where do you live?"
"*******, I live at 1802 West 34th Street , a yellow house, with my black
Beamer parked in front."
He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your
I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, *******."
Then I called ******* #2.
"Hello?" he said.
"Hello, *******," I said.
He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are...!"
"You'll what?" I said.
"I'll kick your ass," he exclaimed.
I answered, "Well, *******, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now."
Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 1802
West 34th Street, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover.
Then I called Channel 13 News about the gang war going down on West
I quickly got into my car and headed over to 34th street .
When I got there, I saw two assholes beating the crap out of each other
in front of six squad cars, a police helicopter, and the channel 13
NOW, I feel better - This is "Anger Management" at its very best.