Is It Me, Or Is It Irritating In Here?
Me, on a good day It first dawned on me that I might be suffering from perimenopausal insanity the day I tried to zoom to the front of the carpool lane, almost taking a few orange cones with me. I was two Priuses behind an SUV that had been parked for a full five minutes while its driver, a pony-tailed mother of young children, stood outside the door, futzing with a car seat, seemingly oblivious to the caravan of cars behind her. And where was her child, this apple who didn’t fall far from its tree? . . .