Funny story(long,but worth it)
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**in
>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 *******!"
and
>hung up. I wrote his number down with the word '*******' 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 *******!"
>It always cheered me up.
>
>When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic "*******
> calling" would have to stop.
>So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from the
Verizon.
>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
*******!"
>
>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
>which included his phone number, so I wrote down the number.
>
>A couple of days later, right after calling the first ******* (I had
his
>number on speed dial) I thought that I'd better call the BMW *******,
too.
>
>I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"
>
>"Yes, it is", he said.
>
>Can you tell me where I can see it?" I asked.
>
>"Yes, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd , in Vaucluse. 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?"
>
>Yes?"
>
>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 *ssh*les to call. Then I came up
>with an idea. I called ******* #1.
>
>Hello."
>
>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 34 Mowbray Blvd , Vaucluse, 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 prayers."
>
>I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, *******," and hung up.
>
>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 *ss," 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
>34 Mowbray Blvd , Vaucluse, 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
>Mowbray Blvd , Vaucluse.
>
>I quickly got into my car and headed over to Mowbray. I got there just
> in time to watch two *ssh*les beating the crap out of each other in
front
>of six cop cars, an overhead police helicopter and a news crew.
>
>NOW I feel much better.
>
>Anger management really works...
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**in
>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 *******!"
and
>hung up. I wrote his number down with the word '*******' 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 *******!"
>It always cheered me up.
>
>When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic "*******
> calling" would have to stop.
>So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from the
Verizon.
>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
*******!"
>
>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
>which included his phone number, so I wrote down the number.
>
>A couple of days later, right after calling the first ******* (I had
his
>number on speed dial) I thought that I'd better call the BMW *******,
too.
>
>I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"
>
>"Yes, it is", he said.
>
>Can you tell me where I can see it?" I asked.
>
>"Yes, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd , in Vaucluse. 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?"
>
>Yes?"
>
>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 *ssh*les to call. Then I came up
>with an idea. I called ******* #1.
>
>Hello."
>
>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 34 Mowbray Blvd , Vaucluse, 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 prayers."
>
>I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, *******," and hung up.
>
>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 *ss," 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
>34 Mowbray Blvd , Vaucluse, 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
>Mowbray Blvd , Vaucluse.
>
>I quickly got into my car and headed over to Mowbray. I got there just
> in time to watch two *ssh*les beating the crap out of each other in
front
>of six cop cars, an overhead police helicopter and a news crew.
>
>NOW I feel much better.
>
>Anger management really works...
