The weirdest thing happened to me about seven weeks ago.

I was having all KINDS of trouble with my connection to the interwebs. Was it my ISP? My computer? My phone line into the house?

I made a lot of phone calls to a lot of different companies and, as you can imagine, everyone said it was somebody else’s fault.

Well… to make a long story short it turned out that trouble was with the router that had been supplied to me by my ISP when I signed up for their service.

After many phone calls (and many “press 3 to speak with a customer relations specialist” button pushing exercises) I finally was in contact with a supervisor at my ISP.

She sounded familiar. She sounded VERY familiar but I couldn’t place her name and, besides, I wanted to get my computer problem fixed.

After at least 40 minutes, hurrah!, we located the trouble and, even more significantly, I suddenly realized where I’d heard her voice before.

But I waited until after the problem had been localized and then I said to her: “I’m sure you hear this all the time but did anyone ever tell you that you sound just like Brenda Vaccaro?”

There was a loooong pause and then she said: “I haven’t worked since ‘The Mirror Has Two Faces.’ How would you like THAT to be the last item on your resume, you homo?”

There was another long, silent pause. And then she spoke.

“We’ll have that new router sent out to you in 5 to 8 business days. Thanks so much for calling.”

And then she hung up.

The sorry thing is that I never got to tell her how much I enjoyed her in “Summertree.”