Wrong Number

The other morning I tried calling my Dad. Nothing urgent, just wanted to let him know he should expect something in the mail in the next couple of days. I was home and thought I'd use the house phone but like most people my phonebook is my cell phone. So I look up his number, because I have NO one memorized, they are all on speed dial. There is his home number, listed along with several other numbers to reach him.

I dial and wait. The phone is picked up but I don't recognize the voice. I had no idea who picked up the phone, but I didn't want to just hang up. Dad's name is Pete, Peter or he is fondly referred to as Petey by all us kids. We do call him Dad though really.

I didn't know who I was talking to so I asked for Peter...

Me: "Hi, is Peter there please?"

Stupid Guy: "Who?"

Me: "Peter, is he there?"

Stupid Guy: "Well, "I" have a peter and "he's" up, but there's no Peter here."

I'm thinking, "Look MORON, I don't give a monkeys ass about the condition of any part of your anatomy....I'm just looking for my Dad."

Me: "Yeah, well I'm sorry to have bothered you, I believe I have the wrong number."

Stupid Guy: "Sure, not a problem."

Me: Oh, and you should probably go take care of condition you have there, JERK!" (click)

Why, WHY? Was it really necessary for that brainless idiot to response in such a crude manner? I swear, after responding so politely and hanging up, I really wanted to call the stupid ass back and give him a piece of my mind. Unfortunately, I didn't know what number I called and I had already dialed another number so redial was out.

I promise, the next slime ball won't get off so easy!!