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 Bill.

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 theraputic '(edit)'

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,

'(edit), 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 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 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.

Isn't anger management just great!!!!!

:laughing2: That was good.

Hahahahaha - classic!

I laugh every time I read that one!

classic.... but I know my kharma would catch up with me an the next part of that story would be:

Then I hear a knock on the door as the cops have finally tracked me through cell phone histories.

Dammit...

Oldie but a goodie. I always chuckle a little when I read it even though I know the outcome!

Matthew

assholes are saying they've already heard that one...

I've recently discovered one of these anger management type things. In no way do I want the gov't to take over health care, but I'm sick of paying well in excess of $100/week in health care costs. So I call the "1-800" number on my card and give them an earful of what I think. I don't get verbally abusive, but I lay out an irrefutable argument and hammer the poor bastitch over and over. Why, because as long as I don't use profanity or name calling, they're NOT ALLOWED TO HANG UP!
It's very liberating.............