Post by hater on Jan 22, 2006 12:19:00 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 but 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 Verizon. I am 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!”
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 which included his phone number, so I wrote down the 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 I’d better call the BMW not a very nice person, too. I said, “is this the man with the black BMW for sale?”
“YES it is” he said.
“Can you tell me where I can see it?” I asked.
“Yes, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd, in Vaucluse. It’s a yellow house, and the car’s parked right out in front.”
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“My name is Don Hansen,” he said
“When’s a good time to catch you, Don?”
“I’m home every evening after five.”
“Listen, Don Can I tell you something?”
“YES”
“Don, you’re an not a very nice person!” then I hung up, and added his number to speed dial. 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.
“HELLO”
“You’re an not a very nice person!”(But I didn’t hang up.)
“Are! You still there?!!”
“Yeah” I said
“Stop calling me,” he screamed.
“Make me,” I said
“Who are you?” he asked.
“My name s Don Hansen”
“Yeah? Where do you live?”
“not a very nice person, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd. Vaucluse, a yellow house, with my 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. “Hello?” he said.
“Hello not a very nice person.” I said.
He yelled, “If I ever find out who you are…”
“You’ll what?” I said.
“I’ll kick your ass,” he exclaimed.
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 Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 9 news about the gang war going down in Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse.
I quickly got into my car and headed over to Mowbray. 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 police helicopter and a news crew. NOW I feel much better.
Anger management really works!!
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 but 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 Verizon. I am 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!”
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 which included his phone number, so I wrote down the 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 I’d better call the BMW not a very nice person, too. I said, “is this the man with the black BMW for sale?”
“YES it is” he said.
“Can you tell me where I can see it?” I asked.
“Yes, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd, in Vaucluse. It’s a yellow house, and the car’s parked right out in front.”
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“My name is Don Hansen,” he said
“When’s a good time to catch you, Don?”
“I’m home every evening after five.”
“Listen, Don Can I tell you something?”
“YES”
“Don, you’re an not a very nice person!” then I hung up, and added his number to speed dial. 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.
“HELLO”
“You’re an not a very nice person!”(But I didn’t hang up.)
“Are! You still there?!!”
“Yeah” I said
“Stop calling me,” he screamed.
“Make me,” I said
“Who are you?” he asked.
“My name s Don Hansen”
“Yeah? Where do you live?”
“not a very nice person, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd. Vaucluse, a yellow house, with my 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. “Hello?” he said.
“Hello not a very nice person.” I said.
He yelled, “If I ever find out who you are…”
“You’ll what?” I said.
“I’ll kick your ass,” he exclaimed.
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 Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 9 news about the gang war going down in Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse.
I quickly got into my car and headed over to Mowbray. 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 police helicopter and a news crew. NOW I feel much better.
Anger management really works!!