Anger management

trubluluc · August 2004

It's long but worth it.

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.

It all started one day when I was sitting at my desk and remembered a
phone call I had forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it.
A man answered, saying, "Hello." I politely said, "This is Stephen.
May I please speak with Robin Carter"? Suddenly, 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 ****!" and hung up.
I wrote his number down with the word '****' 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 ****!" It always cheered me up.

When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic '****'
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
interested in 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 ****!"

One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot.
Some guy in a black BMW M3 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 and then stuck his middle finger out
the window and waved it around.

I noticed he had a "For Sale" sign in his car window, so I wrote down his
number.

A couple of days later, right after calling the first ****, I had his
number on speed dial ), I thought I had better call the BMW ****, too. I
said, "Is this the man with the black BMW M3 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 very modern white house, and
the car's parked right out in front."

"What's your name?" I asked. "My name is Don Burgemeyer," 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 ****." Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed
dial, too. Now, when I had a problem, I had two **** to call.

But after several months of calling them, it wasn't as enjoyable as it
used to be. So, I came up with an idea.

I called **** #1. "Hello." "You're an ****!"
(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 Burgemeyer."

"Yeah? Where do you live?"

"****, I live at 1802 West 34th Street, a white house, and to make easy
for you, my black BMW M3 is 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, ****. Bring your lunch!!"

Then I called **** #2.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hello, ****," I said.

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

"You'll what?" I said.

"I'll kick your ****." he exclaimed.

I answered, "Well, ****, here's your chance. I'm coming over right
now."

Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at
1802 West 34th Street, and that I was on my way over there to kill my ****
lover.

Then I called Channel 9 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
**** beating the crap out of each other in front of six squad cars, a
police helicopter, and a news crew.

NOW, I feel better. Anger management really works..