For all of you who
occasionally have a really bad day when ...
you just need to take it out on someone!!! Don't take that bad
day out on
someone you know, take it out on someone you DON'T know!!!
Now get this.
I was sitting at my desk, when I remembered a phone call
I had to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered
nicely
saying, "Hello?" I politely said, "This is Patrick
H. and could I please
speak to Robin Carter?" Suddenly the phone was slammed down
on me! I
couldn't believe that anyone could be that rude. I tracked down
Robin's
correct number and called her. She had transposed the last two
digits
incorrectly. After I hung up with Robin, I spotted the wrong
number
still lying there on my desk. I decided to call it again.
When the same person once more answered, I yelled "You're a
jackass!"
and hung up. Next to his phone number I wrote the word
"jackass," 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. He'd answer, and
I'd
yell, "You're a jackass!" It would always cheer me up.
Later in the year the phone company introduced caller ID. This
was a
real disappointment for me, I would have to stop calling the
jackass.
Then one day I had an idea. I dialed his number, then heard his
voice,
"Hello." I made up a name. "Hi. This is the sales
office of the
telephone company and I'm just calling to see if you're familiar
with
our caller ID program?" He went, "No!" and slammed
the phone down.
I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're a
jackass!"
The reason I took the time to tell you this story, is to show you
how
if there's ever anything really bothering you, you can do
something about it. Just dial 823-4863.
Well, one day an old lady at the mall really took her time
pulling out
of the parking space. I didn't think she was ever going to leave.
Finally, her car began to move and she started to very slowly
back out
of the slot. I backed up a little more to give her plenty of room
to
pull out. Great, I thought, she's finally leaving. All of a
sudden this
black Camaro come flying up the parking aisle in the wrong
direction and
pulls into her space. I started honking my horn and yelling,
"You can't
just do that, Buddy. I was here first!" The guy climbed out
of his
Camaro completely ignoring me. He walked toward the mall as if he
didn't
even hear me. I thought to myself, this guy's a jackass, there
sure a
lot of jackasses in this world. I noticed he had a "For
Sale" sign in
the back window of his car. I wrote down the number. Then I
hunted for
another place to park.
A couple of days later, I'm at home sitting at my desk. I had
just
gotten off the phone after calling 823-4863 and yelling,
"You're a
jackass!" (It's really easy to call him now since I have his
number on speed dial.) I noticed the phone number of the guy with
the
black Camaro lying on my desk and thought I'd better call this
guy, too.
After a couple rings someone answered the phone and said,
"Hello." I
said, "Is this the man with the black Camaro 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
front." I
said, "What's your name?" "My name is Don
Hansen." "When's a good time
to catch you, Don?" "I'm home in the evenings."
"Listen Don, can I
tell you something?" "Yes" "Don, you're a
jackass!" And I slammed the
phone down.
After I hung up I added Don Hansen's number to my speed dialer.
For a
while things seemed to be going better for me. Now when I had a
problem
I had two jackasses to call. Then, after several months of
calling the
jackasses and hanging up on them, it just wasn't as enjoyable as
it used to be.
I gave the problem some serious thought and came up with a
solution:
First, I had my phone dial Jackass #1. A man answered nicely
saying,
"Hello." I yelled "You're a jackass!", but I
didn't hang up. The
jackass said, "Are you still there?" I said,
"Yeah." He said, "Stop
calling me." I said, "No." He said, "What's
your name, Pal?" I said,
"Don Hansen." He said "Where do you live?"
"1802 West 34th Street.
It's a yellow house and my black Camaro's parked out front."
"I'm
coming over right now, Don. You'd better start saying your
prayers."
"Yeah, like I'm really scared, Jackass!" and I hung up.
Then I called Jackass #2. He answered, "Hello." I said,
"Hello,
Jackass!" He said, "If I ever find out who you
are..." "You'll what?"
"I'll kick your butt." "Well, here's your chance.
I'm coming over
right now Jackass!" And I hung up.
Then I picked up the phone and called the police. I told them I
was at
1802 West 34th Street and that I was going to kill my gay lover
as soon
as he got home. Another quick call to Channel 13 about the gang
war
going on down W. 34th Street. After that I climbed into my car
and
headed over to 34th Street to watch the whole thing.
Glorious!
Watching two Jackasses kicking the crap out of each other in
front of 6
squad cars and a police helicopter was one of the greatest
experiences
of my life!
Name withheld to protect the guilty.