Excuse Me While I Disappear: Tales of Midlife Mayhem

by Laurie Notaro

Then the guy in the car behind me laid on his horn as I paused at a Yield sign to merge with traffic. I looked up, and in the rearview mirror I could see a younger man in a red truck getting very animated because I wasn’t moving fast enough for him. “The sign says ‘yield,’ not ‘forge ahead with total disregard for human life,’” I yelled at the rearview.