Anger management
September 14th, 2008, 02:46 PM
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Anger management
I'll make this officially an Oldsmobile story by mentioning that I drove my '79 Olds 88 Royale about 10 miles down the road to eat dinner with my lady friend. We passed an '89 Chevy pickup truck for sale, and I stopped to look.
I wound up buying it for $900 , after which we continued on and ate our dinner. The truck drove ok ( and had AC that actually worked ) and wasn't in bad shape visually except for a large dent in the passenger side door, and a dent in the top of one fender.
The current owner revealed that the truck had previously belonged to a 22 year old fellow, who had put quite a bit of work into the truck , but he couldn't get it to run smoothly. He got so mad that he kicked in the door panel, and wacked the fender with a baseball bat ! It turns out the only problem with the motor was that he had two spark plug wires crossed !
I think the door panel dent will pop back out, for the most part. Not so with the dent on top of the fender.
I wound up buying it for $900 , after which we continued on and ate our dinner. The truck drove ok ( and had AC that actually worked ) and wasn't in bad shape visually except for a large dent in the passenger side door, and a dent in the top of one fender.
The current owner revealed that the truck had previously belonged to a 22 year old fellow, who had put quite a bit of work into the truck , but he couldn't get it to run smoothly. He got so mad that he kicked in the door panel, and wacked the fender with a baseball bat ! It turns out the only problem with the motor was that he had two spark plug wires crossed !
I think the door panel dent will pop back out, for the most part. Not so with the dent on top of the fender.
September 14th, 2008, 08:02 PM
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I'll make this officially an Oldsmobile story by mentioning that I drove my '79 Olds 88 Royale about 10 miles down the road to eat dinner with my lady friend. We passed an '89 Chevy pickup truck for sale, and I stopped to look.
I wound up buying it for $900 , after which we continued on and ate our dinner. The truck drove ok ( and had AC that actually worked ) and wasn't in bad shape visually except for a large dent in the passenger side door, and a dent in the top of one fender.
The current owner revealed that the truck had previously belonged to a 22 year old fellow, who had put quite a bit of work into the truck , but he couldn't get it to run smoothly. He got so mad that he kicked in the door panel, and wacked the fender with a baseball bat ! It turns out the only problem with the motor was that he had two spark plug wires crossed !
I think the door panel dent will pop back out, for the most part. Not so with the dent on top of the fender.
I wound up buying it for $900 , after which we continued on and ate our dinner. The truck drove ok ( and had AC that actually worked ) and wasn't in bad shape visually except for a large dent in the passenger side door, and a dent in the top of one fender.
The current owner revealed that the truck had previously belonged to a 22 year old fellow, who had put quite a bit of work into the truck , but he couldn't get it to run smoothly. He got so mad that he kicked in the door panel, and wacked the fender with a baseball bat ! It turns out the only problem with the motor was that he had two spark plug wires crossed !
I think the door panel dent will pop back out, for the most part. Not so with the dent on top of the fender.
September 15th, 2008, 04:51 AM
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Anger Management
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 Chris. Could I please speak with Robyn
Carter?"
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 Robyn's correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.
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 was introduced, I thought my therapeutic "*******
calling" would have to stop.
So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from Verizon. 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 *******!"
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 ******* (I had his number on speed dial) I thought that I'd better call the BMW *******, 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 34 Mowbray Blvd, in Vaucluse. It's a yellow house, and the car's parked right out in 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 *******!" Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too.
Now, when I had a problem, I had two *******s to call. Then 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 Hansen."
"Yeah? Where do you live?"
"*******, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse, a yellow house, with my black Beamer 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, *******," and hung up.
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 34 Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down in Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse.
I quickly got into my car and headed over to Mowbray. I got there just in time to watch two *******s beating the crap 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!
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 Chris. Could I please speak with Robyn
Carter?"
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 Robyn's correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.
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 was introduced, I thought my therapeutic "*******
calling" would have to stop.
So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from Verizon. 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 *******!"
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 ******* (I had his number on speed dial) I thought that I'd better call the BMW *******, 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 34 Mowbray Blvd, in Vaucluse. It's a yellow house, and the car's parked right out in 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 *******!" Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too.
Now, when I had a problem, I had two *******s to call. Then 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 Hansen."
"Yeah? Where do you live?"
"*******, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse, a yellow house, with my black Beamer 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, *******," and hung up.
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 34 Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down in Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse.
I quickly got into my car and headed over to Mowbray. I got there just in time to watch two *******s beating the crap 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!
September 15th, 2008, 08:50 AM
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I quickly got into my car and headed over to Mowbray. I got there just in time to watch two *******s beating the crap 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!
I quickly got into my car and headed over to Mowbray. I got there just in time to watch two *******s beating the crap 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!
Two wrongs can make a right...
I try to relieve my anger in a more mellow way; a friend of mine taught me this one:
telemarketer: "Hello, I am XXX from the Dallas morning news..."
me: "I am sure your mom is very proud of you."
<hang up>
September 15th, 2008, 09:06 AM
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Join Date: Jul 2008
Location: Ottawa Canada
Posts: 200
Jamesbo! I heard that one before. Not for a long time tho; still made me laugh!
Allan- if somebody gives you crappy service, ya gotta let them know, and let others know. At least tell us which muffler shop it was.
Good thread!
Allan- if somebody gives you crappy service, ya gotta let them know, and let others know. At least tell us which muffler shop it was.
Good thread!
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