Anger Management?

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 freakin' 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!鈥?br> 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 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 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, so I wrote down his number.
A couple of days later, right after calling the first
idiot (by this time 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?"
"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," 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 home 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.

And then caller id was invented and ended all our fun

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