Turn your bad day, into a good day

[kmack]

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 Hannifin 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 apparently 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 an asshole!" and hung up. Next to his phone number I wrote the word "asshole," 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 an asshole!" 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 asshole.

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 an asshole!"

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. Keep reading, it gets better!

An old lady at the shopping center 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 BMW comes flying up the parking aisle in the wrong direction and pulls into her space. I hit the horn and started yelling, "You can't do that. I was here first!" The guy climbed out of his BMW completely ignoring me. He walked toward the shopping center as if he didn't even hear me.

I thought to myself, this guy's an asshole; there sure are a lot of assholes in this world. Then 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.

[kmack]

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 an asshole!" (It's really easy since I have his number on speed dial now!) I noticed the phone number of the guy with the black BMW 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 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 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 an asshole!" And I slammed the phone down. After I hung up I added Don Hansen's number to my speed dialer.

I must say, for a while things seemed to be going much better for me. Now when I had a problem I had two assholes to call. Then, after several months of calling the assholes 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 asshole #1. A man answered nicely saying, "Hello?"

I yelled, "You're an asshole!" But didn't hang up.

The asshole said, "Are you still there?"

I said, "Yeah."

He said, "Stop calling me."

I said, "Make me."

He said, "What's your name, pal?"

So I told him, "Don Hansen."

He said, "Where do you live?"

"1802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house and my black BMW's parked out front."

"I'm coming over right now, Don. You'd better start saying your prayers."

"Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshole!" and I hung up.

Then I called asshole #2. He answered, "Hello?"

I said, "Hello, asshole!"

He said, "If I ever find out who you are..."

"You'll what?"

"I'll kick your arse."

"Well, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now, asshole!" 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 I got home. Another quick call to Channel 13 about the gang war going on down on West 34th Street. After that I climbed into my car and headed over to 34th Street to watch the whole thing.

Glorious satisfaction! Watching two assholes kicking the crap out of each other in front of 6 squad cars, a police helicopter and a news crew was one of the greatest experiences of my life. The story you have just read is true. The names have been changed to protect the guilty.

[bonniec75209]

I can't stop laughing!!! You're CRAZY!!!!!

[sapruns]

You made my day. Good story

[carguyinok]

O-man THANK YOU I NEEDED THAT.

o yah kmack. whats your phone number? LMAO

[2ManyZs]

Hmm, maybe I can auction off kmack's phone number.... :devious:

[Mike]

Originally posted by kmack

The story you have just read is true. The names have been changed to protect the guilty.

You've got to be kidding! Is this really your story or did you post it from somewhere else? In either case, that is sweet revenge. Too bad the two assholes will never know what really happened.

[Bambikiller240]

Originally posted by Mike

You've got to be kidding! Is this really your story or did you post it from somewhere else? In either case, that is sweet revenge. Too bad the two assholes will never know what really happened.

I think it is an Urban Legend, better known as "creative" writing. Someone in my office passed around that story on paper well over a year ago. The names were different, but the story was exactly the same. I still have the copy that I saved.

It IS amusing and a story that most of us wish we could have executed a time or two. But, I think it is more or less B.S. ; but funny B.S.

[Alfadog]

It certainly is possible....... damn funny whether its true or not ROFL ROFL

[Bambikiller240]

Originally posted by kmack

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 I got home.

This is where the story falls flat on it's face. In the US, the Police have "Caller ID" on their phone systems and can tell EXACTLY (in an INSTANT) the phone number and location of ANY call coming in to them. They would KNOW IMMEDIATELY that the call was from a different location.

Also, you can't be "at 1802 West 34th Street and that I was going to kill my gay lover as soon as I got home." unless "home" is somewhere else. Also, TV stations don't send a crew in response to every (any) call that comes in to them!

I'm not criticizing kmack for posting this story, as it is a funny story; but come on guys, think about it.

You're smarter than to beleive it as "true". It's just a funny story!

PERIOD.

[Alfadog]

"Analyzing humor is like dissecting a frog. Few people are interested and the frog dies of it."

[Bambikiller240]

It's not analizing humor, it is COMMON SENSE!

People die when they believe every stupid thing they read!

"Operating Instructions: Stand in water, and Plug in Toaster"

Your move next!