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 in my front room 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 David. Could I please speak with Robyn Carter?”
Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear “Get the right 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 cell phone.
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 Verizon. I’m calling to see if you’re familiar with our Caller ID
He yelled “NO!” and slammed down the phone.
I quickly called him back and said, “That’s because you’re an asshole!”
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 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?”
“Yes, it is”, he said.
“Can you tell me where I can see it?” I asked.
“Yes, I live at 34 Drive, RedRiver, It’s a yellow house, and the car’s parked right out in front.”
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“My name is Don,” 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 asshole!”
Then I hung up.
Now, when I had a problem, I had two assholes to call.
Then I came up with an idea.
I called Asshole #1.
“You’re an asshole!”
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.”
“Yeah? Where do you live?”
“Asshole, I live at 34 Drive, RedRiver, 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, asshole,” and hung up.
Then I called Asshole #2.
“Hello?” he said.
“Hello, asshole,” 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, 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 Drive, RedRiver, 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 Drive, Eagle River.
I quickly got into my car and headed over to Mowbray.
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 police helicopter and a news crew.
NOW I feel much better.
Anger management really works.
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