Read this on another thread and thought it would be perfect for Sungold shareholders <ggg>:
Are you having a bad day?.........................a story
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 went, "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 here'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 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 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 a 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 at 1802 West 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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