Time to get an unlisted number.
For weeks I kept getting voicemails about my cardboard box order!?!? The gentleman just assumed I knew who he was even though it was a wrong number. I had no way to call him back to tell him he had the wrong number. It was during working hours, so I was never home to pick up.
“Oh, Ronald, what a big nose you have!” ☺
How would Opus know what “necky nookie nose nibbles” are?
Reminds me of the commercial where wife calls husband and asks him if it’s okay to make several high-end purchases… which he backs completely. Then someone in the locker room asks the husband “who was that?” He answers, “No idea, some guy just left his phone sitting on the bench.” mwahahahahaaaa…
Whatever happens, it’s on you, Opus!