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SPEEDO · 12-04-2002, 03:03 PM

Anger Management:

For all of you who 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 had
forgotten to make. I found the number, and dialed it. A man answered saying,"Hello?"
I politely said, "This is Fred , could I please speak with Robin?"
Suddenly, the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe
that anyone could be so rude.

I tracked down Robin's correct number, and called her. (I had
transposed the last two digits of her phone number).
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 a$$hole!"and hung up. I wrote his number down, with the word 'a$$hole' 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 a$$hole!" It always seemed to cheer me up.

When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic
a$$hole'calling would have to stop. So I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from the Telephone Company. I'm just calling to see if you're familiar with the caller ID program?"

He yelled, "NO!" and slammed the phone down. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an a$$hole!"
Now, one day I was going to the store and 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 had been waiting for that spot. The idiot ignored me, but I did notice a "For Sale" sign in his car window, so I wrote down his number.

A couple of days later, right after calling the first a$$hole (I
now had his number on speed dial), I thought I had better call the BMW a$$hole too.
I dialed and someone said, "Hello?"
I said, "Is this the guy 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,"
"What's your name?" I asked.
"My name is Don," 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 a$$hole!" Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too.
Now when I had a problem, I had two a$$holes I could call.

But, after several months of calling them, it wasn't as enjoyable
as it used to be. So I came up with a lovely idea.

I called A$$hole #1.

"Hello"
"You're an a$$hole!" (but I didn't hang up.)
"Are you still there?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"Stop calling me," he screamed. "Make me," I said.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"My name is Don."
"Yeah? Where do you live?"
"I live at 1802 West 34th Street, a$$hole. It's a yellow house
with my black Beemer 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, a$$hole!"

Then, I called a$$hole # 2. "Hello?" he said.
"Hello A$$hole," I said.
He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."
"You'll what?" I said.
"I'll kick your a$$," he exclaimed.
I answered, "Well a$$hole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now."

Then, I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I
lived at 1802 West 34th Street and I was on my way over to kill my gay lover.

Then I called Channel 13 news about a gang war going down on West 34th.

I quickly drove over to West 34th St. When I got there, I saw the
two a$$holes beating the living crap out of each other in front of 6 squad cars, a police helicopter, and the Channel 13 news crew.

Now, I feel better.