Anger Management. Grrrrrrrr

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 bloody
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 idiot!" and
hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'idiot' 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 idiot!"
It always cheered me up. When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my
therapeutic "idiot calling" would have to stop.

So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from Verizon
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 idiot!"

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 idiot (I had his
number on speed dial) I thought that I'd better call the BMW idiot, 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 idiot!" Then I hung up, and added
his number to my speed dial, too.

Now, when I had a problem, I had two idiots to call. Then I came up
with an idea. I called Idiot #1. "Hello." "You're an idiot!" (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 Hansen." "Yeah? Where do you
live?" "Idiot, 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, idiot," and hung up.

Then I called Idiot #2. "Hello?" he said. "Hello, idiot," I said. He
yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..." "You'll what?" I said.
"I'll kick your butt," he exclaimed. I answered, "Well, idiot, 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 idiots 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...