Spam calls are few and far between these days.

But occasionally they get through. I used to get mad, yell and cuss until they hung up.

But what a waste of blood pressure.

Lately when the voice comes on “Is this Mr. Lovelace?”

I will say in a high pitched trill “coooooo paaaaaa chigaaaaaaaaaaaa.”

When they repeat I come back with a variation of gibberish. Usually by the third time they flee.

It is so much fun I actually enjoy it.