From the vaunted “Marcy, it’s everywhere” file

First I should explain “Marcy, it’s everywhere.”
“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. At one time she asked how I managed to dredge up so much insane material to blog, and I responded “Marcy, it’s everywhere!”
So begins detailing the insanity I experienced yesterday (Tuesday, March 5th, 2013).
I had gone to the Mighty Tops supermarket in Canandaigua after working-out at the YMCA.
I walked across the parking-lot toward the row of shopping-carts they store outside.
I got a shopping-cart, and started toward the store-entrance.
All-of-a-sudden Granny was charging me yelling “I’ll take it! I’ll take it!”
“So what did you do?” asked my friend who daycares my dog while I work out.
“I should have given it to her,” I said; “explaining I had just grabbed it for her.
But instead I told her I grabbed it for myself.”
Granny was incensed, of course, that I would be so rude, thoughtless and inconsiderate.

• “Tops” is a large supermarket-chain based in Buffalo I occasionally buy groceries at. They have a store in Canandaigua.
• “Canandaigua” (“cannan-DAY-gwuh”) is a small city nearby where I live in Western NY. The city is also within a rural town called “Canandaigua.” The name is Indian, and means “Chosen Spot.” It’s about 14 miles east. —I live in the small rural town of West Bloomfield, southeast of Rochester.
• I work out in the Canandaigua YMCA Exercise-Gym, appropriately named the “Wellness-Center,” usually three days per week, about two-three hours per visit.