Easter-bunny

So here I am today (Friday, March 14, 2008) nonchalantly navigating the twisting hallways of the vaunted Canandaigua YMCA — I am on my way out: I have finished my workout, and am headed for the men’s room for one final widdle before going to Weggers and the egg-man.
I open a door, and as I turn the corner the Easter-bunny is staggering out of the men’s room.
“Can ya see?” a young female attendant plaintively asks.
“No!” Easter-bunny shouts.
Easter-bunny continues staggering down the hallway, crashing into walls and feeling for corners.
I manage to avoid crashing into blind Easter-bunny as we pass; “Good Grief!” I say.

(MARCY, IT’S EVERYWHERE!)

“Weggers” is Wegmans, a large supermarket-chain based in Rochester we often buy groceries at. They have a store in Canandaigua. —We buy our eggs from an individual.

“Marcy” is my number-one ne’er-do-well — she was the first I was e-mailing stuff to. Marcy and I worked in adjacent cubicles at the Canandaigua Daily-Messenger newspaper, from where I retired. A picture of her is in this blog at Conclave of Ne’er-Do-Wells. Marcy married Bryan Mahoney (ex-reporter from the Messenger newspaper), and together they live near Boston. (Both Marcy and Mahoney keep blogs — Marcy’s is Playtime at Hazmat.) —She asked me once where I found so much insanity to report.