THE WRONG NUMBER

For all of you who 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 had forgotten to make. I found the number, and dialed it.

A man answered saying, "Hello?"

I politely said, "Could I please speak with Robin Carter?"

He replied, "Wrong number, ASSHOLE!," and the phone was slammed down on me.

I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. I tracked down Robin's correct number and called her. (I had transposed the last two digits of her phone number.) 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 asshole!" and I hung up. (Hey!, He started it!)

I wrote his number down, with the word 'asshole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or it had been a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an asshole!" It always cheered me up.

When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic 'asshole' calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from the Telephone Company. I'm just calling to see if you're familiar with the caller ID program?"

He yelled, "NO!" and slammed the phone down.

I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an asshole!"

So, one day I was at the grocery 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 had been waiting for the spot. The idiot ignored me, except for shooting me the finger or the bird, if you prefer. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his car window, so I wrote down his number.

A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole (I had his number on speed dial), I thought I had better call the BMW asshole, too. I dialed and someone said, "Hello?"

I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW 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."

"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 asshole!"

Then I hung up. After learning Asshole #2 didn't have Caller ID either, I added his number to my speed dial. Now, when I had a problem, I had two assholes to call. But after several weeks of calling them, it wasn't as enjoyable as it used to be. So, I came up with an great idea: I called Asshole #1. "Hello?," "You're an asshole!" (but then, I didn't hang up).

"Are you still there?," he asked.

"Yeah Asshole, I am," 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 1802 West 34th Street, Asshole, in a yellow house with a black BMW 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, Asshole."

Then I called Asshole # 2: "Hello?," he said.

"Hello, Asshole," I said.

He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."

"You'll what?," I said.

"I'll kick your ass!," he exclaimed.

I answered, "Well, Asshole, here's your chance. I know where you live and I'm coming over there right now to whip your ass, ASSHOLE!"

Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 1802 West 34th Street, and I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover. Then, I called Channel 13 news about the gang war going down on West 34th Street. I quickly got into my car and headed over to 34th Street. There, I saw two assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six squad cars, a police helicopter, and a TV news crew.

Now, I feel better.

Chip; You really ought to spell asshole with a Capital "A" when describing yourself. Good story,I like it. derf

If that is a true story it is even funnier than if it's a joke.