This being my first post about Atlanta, I thought I would take the time to start some bitching about my birthplace. I was born in this city, yes I am a “Grady Baby”, and I am proud of that. They did a good job with me but I think I was switched at birth. I could’ve sworn that I was Ted Turner’s son. Oh well, that’s life. Back to the bitching. What tickes me off at this time is Marta. I take Marta to GSU all the time. Most of the time it is ultra depressing. When you get on at Avondale, the trouble begins.
At most Marta stations, you have to walk up a mountain of steps because the escalator is only working one day out of the week. Don’t even think about putting your hands or article of clothing on the pads because when you get to the top you are covered in some unidentifiable black smudge. You then curse Marta under your breath and proceed to the next problem.
Marta does not make it easy by having the fares be even. They make it the ultra odd, time consuming fee of $1.75. What gives I say ? What gives ? If it was $2.00 that would be fine with me ? Who wants an extra quarter in their pocket ? It also makes it difficult if you are in a group and want to buy tokens in bulk. Noone ever puts in $20.00 in the machines, because that makes things way too complicated.
Well once that is through, you have to navigate your way through the turnbuckels but then you are stopped. Why ? Because only one of the three gates is accepting change right now. The other two have been sealed shut with unsanitary band-aids.
Once you do get your token through the gate, you walk down short, slippery stairs. I have busted my but, many a time. Everytime the response is the same. Laughter and chuckles by some teenage punk. I give them the bird and walk on.
Waiting for the Marta train is an especially boring event. They recently installed LCD screens that only show one thing. The same iPod ad over and over. At first this had the wow factor and then you think to yourself, where is Marta getting all of this money for these screens ? Is this why the rate is expected to rise within the year ? Oh well… It is the city of Atlanta.
When the train finally arrives. You walk on two tacky carpeting from the 70’s. No music is playing, no one is saying anything. Everyone changes into ZOMBIE mode. I call it the Marta game. If you make eye contact with a fellow Marta rider ,you fail. If you talk out loud, you fail. If you stare at the carpet, you pass. If you have headphones on, listening to bad music, you pass. And finally, if you sit in a seat that drips water on your head, you get the grand prize !!
The marta game is not for everyone, only the bored, unassuming riders, who expected public transportation to be half-way decent.
Am I buggin ya ? I didn’t mean to bug ya !! —BONO