Post by Ъøhïcâ on May 6, 2008 8:17:04 GMT -5
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 not a very nice person !!!!!' and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'not a very nice person' 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 not a very nice person!'
It always cheered me up.
When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic 'not a very nice person' 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 not a very nice person!' 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 m e! ! ! ! . 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 not a very nice person (I had his number on speed dial,) I thought that I'd better call the BMW not a very nice person, 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 Ontario. It's a yellow house, and the 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, 'Listen, Don, can I tell you something?'
He said, 'Yes?'
I said, 'Don, you're an not a very nice person!'
Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had a problem, I had two not a very nice persons to call.
Then I came up with an idea. I called not a very nice person #1.
He said, 'Hello.'
I said, 'You're an not a very nice person!' (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, 'not a very nice person, I live at 34
Oaktree Blvd. in Ontario, a ye llow house, 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, not a very nice person,' and hung up.
Then I called not a very nice person #2.
He said, 'Hello?'
I said, 'Hello, not a very nice person,'
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, not a very nice person, 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 Ontario and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover.
Then I called Channel 9 News abo ut the gang war going down in Oaktree Blvd. in Ontario.
I quickly got into my car and headed over to Ontario. I got there just in time to watch two not a very nice persons 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!!
Anger management really does work.
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 not a very nice person !!!!!' and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'not a very nice person' 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 not a very nice person!'
It always cheered me up.
When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic 'not a very nice person' 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 not a very nice person!' 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 m e! ! ! ! . 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 not a very nice person (I had his number on speed dial,) I thought that I'd better call the BMW not a very nice person, 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 Ontario. It's a yellow house, and the 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, 'Listen, Don, can I tell you something?'
He said, 'Yes?'
I said, 'Don, you're an not a very nice person!'
Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had a problem, I had two not a very nice persons to call.
Then I came up with an idea. I called not a very nice person #1.
He said, 'Hello.'
I said, 'You're an not a very nice person!' (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, 'not a very nice person, I live at 34
Oaktree Blvd. in Ontario, a ye llow house, 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, not a very nice person,' and hung up.
Then I called not a very nice person #2.
He said, 'Hello?'
I said, 'Hello, not a very nice person,'
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, not a very nice person, 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 Ontario and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover.
Then I called Channel 9 News abo ut the gang war going down in Oaktree Blvd. in Ontario.
I quickly got into my car and headed over to Ontario. I got there just in time to watch two not a very nice persons 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!!
Anger management really does work.