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 dialled 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
dialled his number, then heard his voice say, "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 there's ever anything really bothering you,
you can do something about it. Just dial 823-4863.

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
come flying up the parking isle 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 dialler.

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 you 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 W. 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, one news van and a police helicopter was one of the
greatest experiences of my life!

Name withheld to protect the guilty.