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 he slammed down the phone. 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 a ____ head!", and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word '____ head' 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 a ____head!"
When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic '____ head' calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is Jerry 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 a ____ head!" 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 stole the spot I had patiently waited for. I honked the horn and yelled that I had been waiting for that spot - he just gave me the finger!
However, he had a For Sale on his side windows, with his phone number!
I wrote it down.
A couple of days later, right after calling the first ____ head, (I had his number on speed dial); I thought that I'd better call the BMW ____ head, 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 the car's parked right out in front."
So 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 a ____ head!"
Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had a problem: I had two ____ heads to call.
Then I came up with an idea. I called ____ head #1.
He said, "Hello."
I said, "You're a ____ head!"; (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, "____ head, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax, a yellow rambler. 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, ____ head," and hung up.
Then I called ____ head #2.
He said, "Hello?"
I said, "Hello, ____ head."
He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."
I said, "You'll what?"
He said, "I'll kick your ass."
I answered, "Well, ____ head, 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 I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover.
Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down on Oaktree Blvd in Fairfax.
I quickly got into my car and headed over to Fairfax. I got there just in time to watch the two ____ heads 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 wonder if anyone has successfully tried that?! heh 😀
I just sent that to several of my friends whom I know appreciate the deviousness, still laughing.
lol!
That makes me mad.
Dat was funny. Im still laughing
Back in the day at the local bar, a few friends and myself were in cahoots with one of the bartenders. We'd pick out a lady sitting at the bar and a dude sitting across the bar. First we'd buy the lady a drink and have the bartender deliver it telling her it was from the dude we'd picked out across the bar. A few minutes later we'd send the dude a drink with the bartender telling him it was from the lady.
Sometimes it worked and they got together. Wonder which one of them said "thanks for the drink" first.
I have to admit that many years ago before cell phones and caller ID and when it took about 30 seconds to trace a phone call, I called my father on evening and I heard a familiar voice answer "Hello". Although it sounded very familiar, but not quite, I asked "Daddy...?" and the person on the other line just about shouted "I ain't your *%4##* Daddy!" I apologized for calling the wrong number and hung up, but the more I thought about it the more irritated it made me - then it dawned on me, I called him so his phone number would be on my next phone bill. So I recorded the date and time of the errant phone call and the next month after the phone bill, I made a few 5-10 second phone calls to the man to explain that I felt that he was extremely rude and that he should reconsider the way that he talked on the phone to strangers. He probably took my advice because I would usually call him sometime between midnight and 4AM.....
That came in my e-mail 🙂
Call 3 or 4 times and ask for Joe, after you have been told that Joe does not live there, just say thanks and hang up. About 3 AM call again and identify yourself as Joe and ask if there are any messages.
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We got this one at my former workplace, only the epithet was "YOU'RE AN A__HOLE!" After that, every time someone in the department put the phone down he would utter "YOU'RE AN A__HOLE!" loud enough for all to hear, and we'd all laugh. Now, years later, when I see any of those guys we greet each other with "YOU'RE AN A__HOLE!"
> Back in the day at the local bar, a few friends and myself were in cahoots with one of the bartenders. We'd pick out a lady sitting at the bar and a dude sitting across the bar. First we'd buy the lady a drink and have the bartender deliver it telling her it was from the dude we'd picked out across the bar. A few minutes later we'd send the dude a drink with the bartender telling him it was from the lady.
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> Sometimes it worked and they got together. Wonder which one of them said "thanks for the drink" first.
lol, that sounds entertaining.