Why is your baby on the train with a dollar pinned to her chest and playing with the pole? Don’t like. Just saying

We’re stuck on the tracks and the conductor gives us no information. All I can think is “this b**** is gonna make me miss my connecting train!”

I want to go to the front car and bang on the window and say “punk! Do you realize how many people on this train need to go to Five Points?!?”

*sigh* there are two things that are most rare in Atlanta:
Synchronized traffic lights,

and trains with coordinated schedules

Ok, the train stops at a station, doors open and a loud boom, like an explosion goes off.

Then some dude smelling like crawl space mildew wants to sit next to me…with all the other seats available!! Why me?

Anyone who takes MARTA and has to transfer to or from the blue line knows that almost daily, when you get to 5 Points, you must RUN from one platform to the other to catch your train.

Nothing sadder (is that a word ???? LOL) than seeing really old people try to make a train and then the doors close when they reach the platform.

Is it really that hard to synchronize??

…there’s a woman, in scrubs, on the train reading a magazine and she has to move her lips when she reads :-) it’s cute

…just fart in me! Hell no!

1.) Cute little old man in a black beret carrying a baguette. *loves*
2.) The bootleg movie man is making a killing on this train!
3.) The old dude who likes to “do the knowledge” keeps winking at me
4.) Strangers exchanging money like they’re shooting dice….but I see no dice.
5.) This loud, boisterous girl with twists so ratted and janky, they make her look like a crackhead…along with her dirty, crusty feet. I only give her the benefit of the doubt because the couple she seems to know and is talking too looks like they might have jobs
6.) The bootleg movieĀ  man (looking like T Pain) just opened up a suitcase of clothes for sale.
7.) The crazy drunk woman who was talking to herself in the window the other day is now snoring and slobering on the window.
8.) The crazy wack dude who always tries to strike up a conversation by asking what kind of sneakers I’m wearing and then touching them just saw me and tried to strike up a conversation as I ignored his ass.

Whew!

….the crazy window lady is the woman who walks around with brown liquor in old water bottles. She got quiet for a minute them hit that brown “water” and started talking to her reflection about awful cooking and “I hate this place…he’s mine”.

Then the chick next to me has such a high pitched voice, she sounds like she’s about to say “MISS SCARLET! I ONT KNOW NUTHIN’ BOUT BIRTHIN’ NO BABIES!” damn, chick, shut up

This chick is having a HEATED and animated conversation with her reflection in the window. I think she’s about to beat her window self’s ass. She’s asking questions and answering back too…after waiting for the answer….Something about “mister Willie and financing”. U mean damn even Anne of Green Gables knew her window friend wasn’t real.
Sigh. MARTA

….just walk down this platform and flip that raggedy Mattel weave over your shoulder! Girl, stop