Well, not really Donald Trump, but a robocall of him. At 11, I get another robocall from someone telling me about health care. By noon, I’ve gotten at least one warning that my car’s warranty has expired.
The worst day was when I got a call from some guy on the east coast, threatening me with bodily harm if I didn’t stop calling and harassing him with robocalls. It was a Saturday morning. I hadn’t picked up a telephone all day, neither to send nor receive a call. But he would have none of that explanation, and I was glad we were separated by a couple of thousand miles.
My number had, of course, been spoofed by a telemarketing company, making it look as if this man’s caller ID was reporting my number.