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the Double Doors

November 29, 2010

In continuing with our series on the MARTA riders I hate, I bring you the Double Doors.

Yea, I totally made up that Word to Know.  But someone needs to call out the woman who was waiting with her luggage the other day at Midtown station, standing right in front of the train door when it opened, and smiling at me while she blocked my way off the train and the sweet sweet path to Caribou.

It’s obvious that you don’t take the train that often, lady, and your innocent smile won’t make me pardon you for your crimes.  See, lady, there is an order, no, a law, of train ridership and you need to abide by it.  And that law dictates that you let your fellow passengers off the train before you get on.  Be courteous for pete’s sake! 

The operators can look out and see you waiting to get on, but they can’t see me trying to alight.  You won’t be left, but I can’t get off if you block the way, making a human door reinforced with suitcases on wheels that presses up against me as I try to push my way out.  And when I leave, there’s more space for you.  So do us all a favor and stand to the side while you wait to board so that I can get to my spiced Mexican hot chocolate.  Thanks, lady.

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  1. November 29, 2010 1:24 pm

    Oh, I can top that.

    Several years ago, I was waiting for a northbound train at West End. The first train that came was the “Doraville” train.

    When it arrived, the doors opened where I was standing, but the entire doorway was blocked by a stack of suitcases waist-high. Debating about whether I had time to go to a different door, I decided to just climb over the luggage to get aboard.

    There was a couple sitting in the seats closest to the doors, and they gave me a puzzled look; like “why did you use a different door, idiot?”

    I’d never thought about it before, but since this train started at Airport, it had only opened its doors on the left. West End was the first time the right-side doors had opened.

    When the couple had made no move to rectify the situation by the time we arrived at Garnett, I walked over and said something to the effect of, “When we get to Five Points, a lot of people are going to want to use those doors, and you might want to consider moving your bags to the area of the train allocated for them, located right there, less than 5 feet away and marked by the suitcase sign.”

    They complied, and I rolled my eyes and thought, “idiots.”

  2. Debbie permalink
    November 29, 2010 6:04 pm

    Hey Matt, at least they complied! But that was good deduction on your part. Must have seemed like prime suitcase-stacking real estate to them at the airport!

  3. Jason permalink
    December 2, 2010 8:31 pm

    I work at the airport and ride from there… and am always surprised at how in the second car (the one that is right at the top of escalator) it can be standing room only with suitcases blocking the whole damn aisle… yet I make a beeline for the third car (where I am out the middle door, and one of the first ones up the stairs straight ahead to eastbound line at Five Points) and there will be like two people in there…. usually airport employees who know best!

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