4/13: Tales of surviving commutes

By Tom Sabulis

We’re seeking anecdotes from readers about the daily trials and tribulations of surviving the commute in metro Atlanta. Comment on this blog or email me at tsabulis@ajc.com. We will print the best of them in Tuesday’s newspaper. Here’s my own example:

The aplomb of some MARTA bus drivers continues to impress me. One day last week, a respectable-looking woman near the back door of the  No. 12 bus caught my attention. She was alone and not talking with anyone, yet she kept laughing loud and long — delightfully, really — out of the blue.

I couldn’t tell why. She didn’t seem drunk or medicated. I couldn’t see if she had a Bluetooth or earplug for some audio device; maybe she was listening to David Sedaris or Bill Cosby? I don’t know.

I tried not to stare and went back to reading my own book. A moment later, she ferociously cleared her throat and excavated what must have been a deep and large reservoir of phlegm. And instantly went silent. At that point, everyone on the bus, which was stopped at a light, seemed to be dreading what usually follows — the sound of somone spitting.

I thought to myself, Please do not do this on the bus. Then the woman stood up. Before anybody could say anything (or seek cover), the driver, as if on cue, opened the back door, the woman expectorated outside, the doors closed, the spitter sat down and the bus inched forward, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Driver never said a word. Barely took his eyes off the road. Seen it all before, I guess.

5 comments Add your comment

Will the last Democrat in Georgia please turn off the lights?.....

April 13th, 2012
10:13 pm

SAWB

April 13th, 2012
3:09 pm

Dude, get AAA (a American Automobile Association membership better known as “Triple-A”) as it can really come in handy when you have car trouble.

Get the gold membership, which is the one that automatically gives you four free 100-mile tows after it activates. They’ll also come out for jump starts, lockouts, an empty gas tank, tire blowouts and so on.

Will the last Democrat in Georgia please turn off the lights?.....

April 13th, 2012
10:03 pm

Jeff on on Outside

April 13th, 2012
4:57 pm

“Fifteen years and hundreds of millions of dollars later, a heavy rail line from Cumberland to the Arts Center is a civic showpiece but like thousands of other people, I am still stuck in traffic. A little poorer but a little wiser.”

Do you really think that they are going to take that billion dollars and actually build that line or do anything with that money besides make it disappear into some obscure slush fund for themselves and their cronies?

Will the last Democrat in Georgia please turn off the lights?.....

April 13th, 2012
9:52 pm

“One day last week, a respectable-looking woman near the back door of the No. 12 bus caught my attention. She was alone and not talking with anyone, yet she kept laughing loud and long — delightfully, really — out of the blue………….I couldn’t tell why. She didn’t seem drunk or medicated. I couldn’t see if she had a Bluetooth or earplug for some audio device; maybe she was listening to David Sedaris or Bill Cosby? I don’t know.”

Or maybe just she was just mentally ill as are most people who laugh and talk to themselves loudly in public places when there is seemingly no one near or close to them.

MARTA: Giving crazy poor people a way home since 1972.

Crazy rich people and crazy wannabe rich people just don’t know what they’re missing.

Jeff on on Outside

April 13th, 2012
4:57 pm

Fifteen years and hundreds of millions of dollars later, a heavy rail line from Cumberland to the Arts Center is a civic showpiece but like thousands of other people, I am still stuck in traffic. A little poorer but a little wiser.

SAWB

April 13th, 2012
3:09 pm

During a hot August rush hour my car goes dead right I front of Lenox Square. Luckily I make it into the mall parking lot, but since I live in another part of town I have no idea who to call. Luckily I had my insurance agent’s number in my phone and he referred me to a garage nearby.

After a 30 minute wait in the hot sun the wrecker arrives and of course is not air conditioned and the driver is smoking. He hooks up and we head to the garage it is only then that he informs me that it will be cash only. So, we stop at the ATM for me to withdraw my last $100.

Once we arrive at the garage about ten guys rush out and attack the car all speaking with heavy Eastern European accents. As I enter the office I notice cloves of garlic over the door frame yes garlic. I guess at least I was safe from vampires. They proceed to repair my car and then and only then do they ask if I mind paying with cash. I tell him I cannot and he huffs and puffs a little and yells at the guys in some language other than English. After awhile they finish my car and I know they are ripping me off, but I just don’t care I am so desperate to get home. A week later the fan belt and pulley system falls off in the street, but I have no desire to go back.