7/28/01

This is for all of you who occasionally have a really bad day, and 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 dialed it. A man answered nicely saying, "Hello?" I politely said, "This is Bobby Carpenter and could I please speak to Melissa Lewis?" Suddenly the phone was slammed down on me! I couldn't believe that anyone could be that rude. I tracked down Melissa's correct number and called her. She had transposed the last two digits incorrectly. After I hung up with Melissa, 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 jacka--!" and hung up. Next to his phone number I wrote the word "jacka--," and put it back in my 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 jacka--!" 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 jacka--. Then one day I had an idea. I dialed his number, then heard his voice, "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 jacka--!" 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 402-8863. A little background as to why: I was waiting to park at the mall and an elderly lady 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 comes flying up the parking aisle 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 got 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 guys a jacka--. There are sure a lot of jacka--es in the world. Then I noticed he had a "For Sale" sign in the back window of his car. I wrote down the number and 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 402-8863 and yelling, "You're a jacka--!" (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 better call this guy too. He 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 is parked right out front." I said, "What is your name?" "My name is Dan Hansen." "When is 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 jacka--!" And I slammed the phone down. After I hung up, I added Don Hansen's number to my speed dialer. For a while things seemed to be going better for me. Now when I had a problem I had two jacka--es to call. Then, after a while of calling the jacka--es 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 jacka-- #1. the man answered nicely saying, "Hello." I yelled "You're a jacka--!", but I didn't hang up. The jacka-- said," are you there?" I said, "Yeah." He said, "Stop calling me." I said, "No." He said, "What's your name, pal?" I said, "Dan Hansen." He said, "Where do you live?" I said, " 1802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house and my black Camaro is parked out front." He said," I'm coming over right now, Don. You'd better start saying your prayers." I said, "Yeah, like I'm scared, jacka--!" and hung up the phone. Then I called jacka-- #2. He answered , "Hello." I said, "Hello, jacka--!" He said, "If I ever find out who you are..." I said, "You'll what?" He said, "I'll kick you #@%!" I said, " Well, here's you chance. I'm coming right over, jacka--!" And hung up the phone. 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 down on W. 34th Street. After that I climbed into my car and headed over to 34th Street to watch the whole thing. Glorious! Watching two jacka--es beating the crap out of each other in front of six squad cars and a police helicopter was on the greatest experiences of my life!