Anger Management

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*** 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 therapeutic asshole 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 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 rambler, and t he 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, 'List en, 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, 'Asshole, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd , in Fairfax,
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 No. 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 a stalker was on his way over to kill me.


Then I called Channel 9 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

I work by Fairfax

Urban legend....but BRILLIANT!

love it!

At my old job, we would get calls on our cell constantly. One dude had to switch his number.

Soon after we would get complaints of him cursing out clients.

We figured out what was up, dude that got his number was PISSED at the volume of calls.

We started calling once a week just to listen to the new curses he could come up with.

Reminds me of this....

Oh and BTW the reason behind this particular hatered was because the gal on the left took the parking spot at the grocery store like what happened to you.