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Skriven 2005-02-07 08:43:54 av Greg Sears (1:153/307)
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.  o  _   From the Desk of Greg Sears AREA: F-UNNY
. Q\_|_)   --=[ I C E-man's Oldy Goldies Book for ALL ]=--
. T> III                     Page: 02

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 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. 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 jerk!" and hung
up. Next to his phone number I wrote the word "Jerk," 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 then I'd yell, 'You're a
jerk!" 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 jerk.
Then one day I had an idea. I dialed his number, then heard his
voice, "Hello." I made up a name. "Hi. This is Herman with 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 jerk!"

And 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 722-4822.

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
stall. 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 jerk, there's sure a lot of jerks 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 722-4822 and yelling, "You're a
jerk!" (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 jerk!" 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 jerks to call. Then after several months of calling
the jerks and hanging up on them, the whole thing started to seem
like an obligation. 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 Jerk #1. A man answered nicely saying,
"Hello." I yelled "You're a jerk!" But I didn't hang up. The jerk
said, "Are you still there?" I said, "Yeah.." He said, "Stop calling
me." I said, "No." He said, "What's your name, Pal?" I said, "Don
Hansen." "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, Jerk!" and I hung up.

Then I called Jerk #2. He answered, "Hello." I said, "Hello, Jerk!"
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
Jerk!" And I hung up.

Then I picked up the phone and called the police. I told them a big
gang fight was going down at 1802 West 34th Street. After that I
climbed into my car and headed over to 34th Street to watch the whole
thing.

I turned onto 34th Street and parked my car under the shade of a tree
half a block from Jerk #2's house. There were two guys fighting out
front.

Suddenly there were about 12 police cars and a helicopter. The police
wrestled the two men to the ground and took them away.

A couple of months go by and I get a call for jury duty. I was picked
o be on a trial of two guys charged with disorderly conduct. As luck
would have it, it happened to be the same two guys. I might have
influenced the jury, because when they announced the verdict, they
said,

"We the jury find the defendants to be guilty, and a couple of jerks!"

... People laughing. . . . makes it noisy in F UNNY #[;-)]

 

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