CCTgirl + burbs = MARTA fail
Today I had to take that long trek up to Dunwoody of all places. Actually, it’s a twelve minute train ride, but it seems far because I so rarely go up there. I generally only head up there to see The Accidental Commuter in her native habitat, or to go to the mall, which happens rather infrequently. That requires a job, or a man to support me.
But it’s rather obvious that I don’t hang out in the dirty D too much due to my amazing inability to successfully navigate transit up there, you know, in not-Atlanta. As I’ve mentioned before, I will happily board whatever train, any train, so long as it says where I want to be. Since I tend to be directionally challenged in buildings, or semi-enclosed MARTA stations, or paper bags, when a train arrived saying “Airport”, I got on.
Said train, however, was traveling north. North to Sandy Springs, which is certainly not the Airport. I thought I was getting good at MARTA. Well touché, MARTA, you have fooled me again.
Or maybe it was destiny, because I spotted this girl on my return trip from the burbs. MARTA is not your vaniety, folks. Powdering your nose is okay, but when you’re busting out the make-up bag, that’s one product too many.
However, I have to give out props for the fact that this chick is putting on liquid eyeliner on a moving train. Heck, I can’t do that very well in my stationary bathroom.
And maybe I’ll have reason to hang out up in the Dirty D a little more soon.