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FWD from my wife...

When you 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'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered saying "Hello.

I politely said, "This is Gail. Could I please speak with Richard?" Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right f**in number!" and the phone was slammed down on me.

I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Richard's correct number to call him, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits. After hanging up with him, I decided to call the "wrong" number again (using a voice disguising device.) When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled "You're 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!"
It always cheered me up.

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 Gail from NTT. 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 which included his phone number, so I wrote down the number.

A couple of days later, right after calling the first idiot (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 101 Main St. It's a yellow house, and the car's parked right out in front."
"What's your name?" I asked.
"My name is Ken," he said.
"When's a good time to catch you, Ken?"
"I'm home every evening after six."
"Listen, Ken, can I tell you something?"
"Yes?"
"Ken, 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 and 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 Ken."
"Yeah? Where do you live?"
"IDIOT, I live at 101 Main St, a yellow house, with black BMW park in front."
He said, "I'm coming over right now, Ken. And you had better start saying your prayers."
I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, idiot," and hung up.

Then I called IDIOT #2. "Hello?"! he said.
"Hello, idiot," I said.
"I'll kick your butt," he exclaimed.
I answered back, "Well, idiot, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now."

Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I live at 101 Main St and that I was on my way over to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 5 News about the gang war going down on Main St.

I quickly got into my car and headed over to Main St. I got there just in time to watch two idiots beating the poop out of each other in front of six cop cars, an overhead police helicopter and a news crew.

NOW I feel much better.

Anger management really works.

WOW ...i got nothing to say other than good job, and thanks for the idea

Willarddaniels, That’s got to be one of the funniest things I heard all day!

That post was made of pure 1337. You sir, have made my day a little funnier.

Hahaha
Nicely done, nicely done

I have really got to try something like that sometime.

That is possibly one of the funniest things i have ever heard! Man, i envy you with every possible detail! That was really smart too, was it a good fight?

And I thought my day couldn't get any better

That's brilliant -- I'm totally printing this up for the office.

Unfortunately, I read that whole stupid story about someone who is not only a jack but also an ass.

However, it does remind me that on the internet someone could be someone totally different from the pictures you see posted on the internet and who they claim they are.

For example, there is a big dating internet scam where people(probably male even) post pics of foreign women then ask stupid men for money to come marry them. That scams pretty funny actually. But also it reminds me of the scottcrete thing that who knows if the pics/name are even the same person acting stupid?

personally if someone called me and yelled "you're an idiot" and I got sick of it, I would do everything in my power to make them wish and pray they had never seen a telephone or been born.

Meh, I doubt that -- I'm sure the videos and pics he took were actually of him and his woman.

BTW, what's your phone number?

Ya know, I'd get pissed but I wouldn't exert much effort tracking whoever did that down.

Blitz wrote:Meh, I doubt that -- I'm sure the videos and pics he took were actually of him and his woman.

Ya know, I'd get pissed but I wouldn't exert much effort tracking whoever did that down.

Yeah, But think about it, How do you Know for sure?
I'm just saying don't let people play you like the author of this story played the guys.

I get like five telemarketer calls a day(which is illegal here) and the most frustrating thing is I have to put down the computer while I'm reading spudfiles to go answer it.

Anyway I'm pretty tired and I might have overreacted/misinterpreted the story.

willarddaniels wrote:FWD from my wife...

When you 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'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered saying "Hello.

I politely said, "This is Gail. Could I please speak with Richard?" Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right f**in number!" and the phone was slammed down on me.

I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Richard's correct number to call him, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits. After hanging up with him, I decided to call the "wrong" number again (using a voice disguising device.) When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled "You're 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!"
It always cheered me up.

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 Gail from NTT. 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 which included his phone number, so I wrote down the number.

A couple of days later, right after calling the first idiot (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 101 Main St. It's a yellow house, and the car's parked right out in front."
"What's your name?" I asked.
"My name is Ken," he said.
"When's a good time to catch you, Ken?"
"I'm home every evening after six."
"Listen, Ken, can I tell you something?"
"Yes?"
"Ken, 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 and 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 Ken."
"Yeah? Where do you live?"
"IDIOT, I live at 101 Main St, a yellow house, with black BMW park in front."
He said, "I'm coming over right now, Ken. And you had better start saying your prayers."
I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, idiot," and hung up.

Then I called IDIOT #2. "Hello?"! he said.
"Hello, idiot," I said.
"I'll kick your butt," he exclaimed.
I answered back, "Well, idiot, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now."

Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I live at 101 Main St and that I was on my way over to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 5 News about the gang war going down on Main St.

I quickly got into my car and headed over to Main St. I got there just in time to watch two idiots beating the poop out of each other in front of six cop cars, an overhead police helicopter and a news crew.

NOW I feel much better.

Anger management really works.

One thing everybody is missing, caller ID. The second she told the cops the wrong address they would know somethings up because the caller is giving a different address from the address caller ID is displaying.

That makes this story not add up. Read carefully, you guys should have cought that.

What about dealing with your anger without having to bother anyone else? That's partly what spudding is about, nothing like blasting a hole through something for some stress relief

Willard, quite an amusing story to read, but it does sound like the original author made it up, it's just too fanciful.

too bad this one is as old as the internet.