Telephone Tactics
Here is a story sent to me by my good friend Joe in Tucson Arizona. I do not know who the author is and I can not verify if it is a true story. But I can tell you it IS hilarious!
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 dialed 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 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
jackass!" and hung up.
Next to his phone number I wrote the word "jackass," 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 jackass!" 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 jackass.
Then one day I had an idea. I dialed 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 said, "No!" and slammed the phone down. I quickly called
him back and said, "That's because you're a jackass!"
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. Just dial 823-4863.
[Keep reading, it gets better!]
The old lady at the mall really took her time pulling out o
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 Camaro comes flying up the parking aisle in
the wrong direction and pulls into her space.
I started honking my horn and yelling, "You can't just do
that, Buddy. I was here first!"
The guy climbed out of his Camaro completely ignoring me.
He walked toward the mall as if he didn't even hear me.
I thought to myself, this guy's a jackass, there sure a lot
of jackasses in this world. I noticed he had a "For Sale"
sign in the back window of his car. 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 jackass!" (It's really easy to call him
now since I have his number on speed dial.)
I noticed the phone number of the guy with the black Camaro
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 Camaro 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?"
"Yes,"
"Don, you're a jackass!" And I slammed the phone down.
After I hung up I added Don Hansen's number to my speed
dialer.
For a while things seemed to be going better for me.
Now when I had a problem I had two jackasses to call. Then,
after several months of calling the jackasses 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 Jackass #1. A man answered
nicely saying,"Hello."
I yelled "You're a jackass!", but I didn't hang up.
The jackass said, "Are you still there?"
I said, "Yeah."
He said, "Stop calling me."
I said, "No."
He said, "What's your name, Pal?"
I said, "Don Hansen."
He said "Where do you live?"
"1802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house and my black
Camaro's parked out front."
"I'm coming over right now, Don. You'd better start saying
your prayers."
"Yeah, like I'm really scared, Jackass!" and I hung up.
Then I called Jackass #2.
He answered, "Hello."
I said, "Hello, Jackass!"
He said, "If I ever find out who you are..."
"You'll what?"
"I'll kick your butt."
"Well, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now
Jackass!" 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 he got home.
Another quick call to Channel 13 about the gang war going on
down W. 34th Street.
After that I climbed into my car and headed over to 34th
Street to watch the whole thing.
Glorious!
Watching two Jackasses kicking the crap out of each other in
front of 6 squad cars and a police helicopter was one of the
greatest experiences of my life!
Name withheld to protect the guilty.
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