I must have been feeling whimsical because I started out with a couple of, "Hola's," and then just barely caught, "This is Jessica ...," before I ripped out a bunch of Eastern European nonsense words, getting angrier and angrier over about five seconds when she didn't respond further.
Then I made some disgusted sounds in another dialect and hung up.
Checked here and immediately blocked the call.
This was almost more fun than leading that Nigerian prince through the forest or teasing that, "I saw your profile and I think you are the man for me," for weeks on end as the email origins moved from Russia, through Eastern Europe, to London and finally to three places in America.
Sadly, I, "Disappointed [her]," when I wouldn't give her my address just in case I failed to meet her at the airport when I was to come pick her up.