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Weekly MARTA stories

July 29, 2010
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This week has been an interesting one.  Due to some car problems, as in I had problems finding my car because some jerk stole it, I was on MARTA quite a bit at the beginning of the week.  Luckily my car was found, in one piece even, and while my bike rack is gone, it could have been a lot worse.

So here’s a summary of my adventures:

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Commuting with a cake.  A homemade one, too.  I have to say, that is a brave, brave woman.  I freak out when I’m on the train with pizza.  Every bum asks for my pizza.  I can’t imagine the harassment that comes with cake.

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This awesome thing is at Georgia State.  Except, none of the buttons actually work.  Trust me, I tried them all and was so disappointed.

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People complain about MARTA closing the bathrooms, yet they feel the need to deface the bathroom stalls at Five Points.  If you’re going to vandalize something, at least use proper grammar.

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DUDE this train is crowded!  It’s rush hour and not only is that guy seat hogging, he’s doing it in the ADA seats.  Some people need to go to etiquette school.

To round out my fun little week, when I got on the train in tears (updated: I was crying because my car had just been stolen so I was riding MARTA home), there were a couple of girls sitting beside me screaming like banshees at two boys.  Next I knew, there was some dude in front of us telling the girls that they were being disrespectful and that they needed to get off the train at the next station.  They started mouthing off and he pulled out a badge, he was an undercover MARTA cop!  I had never seen any undercovers, well, I guess because they were undercover.  But this cop, wearing basketball shorts and a book-bag, told the girls that they were disrupting the train and that they needed to act like ladies.

His partner went to tell the boys that they needed to get off as well, and I certainly would not have picked her for an undercover cop, she was a stud with dreads.  One of the boys tried to run between the trains and she ended up handcuffing him.  The girls were mouthing off, one was on the phone telling the cop she wasn’t scared of him.  Who behaves like that?

But way to go MARTA for being a presence on the trains, I’m impressed.

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5 Comments leave one →
  1. July 30, 2010 12:53 am

    Glad to hear that your car was recovered. One thing you might consider is a “DIY Lo-Jack” – a GPS-enabled phone and a gmail account for your car, then you can use Google Latitude to ensure that your car doesn’t change location without you. 🙂

    Take care!
    Jeff

    • CCTgirl permalink*
      July 30, 2010 9:33 am

      What does one have to buy to make that work?

  2. theaccidentalcommuter permalink*
    July 30, 2010 2:24 pm

    A) The foreground of the cake picture is totally phallic. Nicely done! B) Oh no he di-idn’t. I don’t care if he wasn’t wearing a shirt, Man With Box is lucky I wasn’t on the train that day. C) I want to find out how to become an undercover MARTA cop so that I can badge people like Man With Box and Ray-Ban and the other assorted selfish ass-hats who I ride the train with. That wins coolest MARTA story to date I think. D) Going to stop procrastinating and work out now.

  3. Pluto permalink
    July 30, 2010 2:52 pm

    That was a very interesting blog! Thanks for confirming the urban rumor that MARTA really does use undercover cops on the trains! And AC, phallic is in the eye of the beholder sweetheart. All I noticed was the cake. Before.

  4. CCTgirl permalink*
    July 30, 2010 8:21 pm

    Ah hahaha! It’s a water bottle :p

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