gerryboy00
06-16-2002, 11:34 PM
> When you 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 saying, "Hello?" I politely
> said, "This is Fred Hanifin 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 an *******!" and hung up.
>
> Next to his phone number I wrote the word "*******,"
> 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 *******!" It would always
> cheer me up.
>
> Later in the year the Phone Company introduced
> caller ID. This was a real setback for me; I would
> have to stop calling the *******. Then one day I
> had an idea.
>
> I dialed his number and when I heard his voice,
> "Hello?" I made up a name. "Hi. I'm with the
> Telephone Company and I'm just calling to see if
> you'd be interested in our caller ID
> program?" "No!" he shouted and slammed the phone
> down.
>
> I quickly called him back and said, "That's because
> you're an *******!"
>
> Keep reading this, it gets better!........
>
> An old lady at the shopping center really took her
> time pulling out of a 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 I
> didn't even exist. I thought to myself, this guy's
> another *******; there sure are a lot of *******s
> in this world.
>
> Then I noticed he had a "For Sale" sign in the back
> window of his car. I wrote down the phone number.
> Then I hunted for another place to park.
>
> A couple of days later, I'm sitting at my desk. I
> had just gotten off the phone after calling 823-
> 4863 and yelling, "You're an *******!" (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 there 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?"
>
> "Sure..."
>
> "Don, you're an *******!" And I slammed the phone
> down. Then, 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 *******s to call.
> Then, after several months of calling the *******s
> 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 this solution:
>
> First, I had my phone speed dial ******* #1. A man
> answered nicely.
>
> "Hello?" I yelled "You're an *******!", but I didn't
> hang up.
>
> The ******* 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, *******!", and I hung
> up.
>
> Then I called ******* #2. Don Hansen answered,
> "Hello?" I said, "Hello, *******."
>
> He said, "If I ever find out who you are..."
>
> "You'll what?"
>
> "I'll kick your ass."
>
> "Well, here's your chance. I'm coming over right
> now, *******." And I hung up.
>
> Then I picked up the phone and called the police. I
> told them I was on my way to 1802 West 34th Street
> and that I was going to kill my gay lover as soon
> as I got there. 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 *******s 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!
>
> Well, Now you know what to do if you have a really
> bad day!!!
>
> 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 saying, "Hello?" I politely
> said, "This is Fred Hanifin 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 an *******!" and hung up.
>
> Next to his phone number I wrote the word "*******,"
> 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 *******!" It would always
> cheer me up.
>
> Later in the year the Phone Company introduced
> caller ID. This was a real setback for me; I would
> have to stop calling the *******. Then one day I
> had an idea.
>
> I dialed his number and when I heard his voice,
> "Hello?" I made up a name. "Hi. I'm with the
> Telephone Company and I'm just calling to see if
> you'd be interested in our caller ID
> program?" "No!" he shouted and slammed the phone
> down.
>
> I quickly called him back and said, "That's because
> you're an *******!"
>
> Keep reading this, it gets better!........
>
> An old lady at the shopping center really took her
> time pulling out of a 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 I
> didn't even exist. I thought to myself, this guy's
> another *******; there sure are a lot of *******s
> in this world.
>
> Then I noticed he had a "For Sale" sign in the back
> window of his car. I wrote down the phone number.
> Then I hunted for another place to park.
>
> A couple of days later, I'm sitting at my desk. I
> had just gotten off the phone after calling 823-
> 4863 and yelling, "You're an *******!" (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 there 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?"
>
> "Sure..."
>
> "Don, you're an *******!" And I slammed the phone
> down. Then, 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 *******s to call.
> Then, after several months of calling the *******s
> 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 this solution:
>
> First, I had my phone speed dial ******* #1. A man
> answered nicely.
>
> "Hello?" I yelled "You're an *******!", but I didn't
> hang up.
>
> The ******* 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, *******!", and I hung
> up.
>
> Then I called ******* #2. Don Hansen answered,
> "Hello?" I said, "Hello, *******."
>
> He said, "If I ever find out who you are..."
>
> "You'll what?"
>
> "I'll kick your ass."
>
> "Well, here's your chance. I'm coming over right
> now, *******." And I hung up.
>
> Then I picked up the phone and called the police. I
> told them I was on my way to 1802 West 34th Street
> and that I was going to kill my gay lover as soon
> as I got there. 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 *******s 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!
>
> Well, Now you know what to do if you have a really
> bad day!!!