Posted by DaveH (18.104.22.168) on January 08, 2002 at 19:24:44:
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 dialled it.
A man answered nicely saying, "Hello?" I politely said, "This is Patrick 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 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 a moron!" And hung up. Next to his phone number I wrote the word "moron," 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 moron!" 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 moron. Then one day I had an idea. I dialled 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 moron!" 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.
Keep reading this, 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 isle 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 centre as if he didn't even hear me. I thought to myself, "This guy's a moron, there sure a lot of morons in this world!"
Then I noticed he had a "For Sale" sign in the back window of his car.
Just dial 823-4863.
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 moron!"
(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?"
"Don, you're a moron!"
And I slammed the phone down. After I hung up I added Don Hansen's number to my speed dialler. I must say, for a while things seemed to be going much better for me. Now when I had a problem I had two morons to call. Then, after several months of calling the morons 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 moron #1. A man answered nicely saying,
I yelled "You're a moron!", but I didn't hang up.
The moron 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, moron!" and I hung up.
Then I called moron #2. He answered, "Hello?"
I said, "Hello, moron!"
He said, "If I ever find out who you are..."
"I'll kick your ass."
"Well, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now,
moron!" 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 34thStreet to watch the whole thing. Glorious satisfaction! Watching two morons kicking the dung 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.
A little twisted but hey, I know it made me laugh.
Hope it made you smile!
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