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From:pulhamus@aol.com
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Cc:egongert@aol.com, jtuerk@qwest.net
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Date:Thu, 25 Oct 2001 10:04:13 -0700 (PDT)

<Subject: Had a Bad Day?
< < <
< < <
< < < 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 dialled 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 an asshole!"
< and
< < < hung up. Next to his phone number I wrote the word "asshole," 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 an asshole!" 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 asshole. Then
< one
< < < day I had an idea. I dialled 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 went, "No! and slammed the phone down. I quickly called him back
and
< < < said, "That's because you're an asshole!"
< < <
< < < 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.
< < <
< < < This old lady at the mall really took her time pulling out of 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
< < other
< < < side, and pulled into my spot. This guy jumps out, flips me the finger
< and
< < < jogs off into the mall. I notice the Camaro has a FOR SALE sign with
his
< < < phone number on it....
< < <
< < < 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 an asshole!"
< < (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 an asshole!" 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 assholes to call. Then, after several months of
< calling
< < < the assholes 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 asshole #1. A man answered nicely saying,
< < < "Hello."
< < <
< < < I yelled "You're an asshole!", but I didn't hang up.
< < <
< < < The asshole 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, asshole!" and I hung up.
< < <
< < < Then I called asshole #2.
< < <
< < < He answered, "Hello."
< < <
< < < I said, "Hello, asshole!"
< < <
< < < He said, "If I ever find out who you are..."
< < <
< < < "You'll what?"
< < <
< < < "I'll kick your ass."
< < <
< < < "Well, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now asshole!" 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 assholes kicking the crap out of each other in
< < front
< < < of 6 squad cars, a news crew and a police helicopter was one of the
< < greatest
< < < experiences of my life!
< < <
< < < Name withheld to protect the guilty.
< < <
< <
< <
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