5:43 - the paper trip pass (to and fro) I bought this morning doesn't work. I all of a sudden remember it took 10 taps on the sensor to function correctly this morning when I exited the station. I buy a new fare card -- this time a legit, debit-card-durable card and load two round trips on it ($9).
5:46 - a southbound train arrives. I take David Byrnes advice from facebook today and get on the last car (David has generally found the last car to be least crowded in the afternoons). Car isn't crowded -- but then again, I'm getting on toward the upper-most part of the line.
5:51 - this train is actually pretty chilly inside. Where was this chill factor this morning when I was developing a nice pre-work layer of moistness all over?
5:56 - Lindbergh station. About 15 people get on my train car, three of which seem they've recently been expunged from mental institutions. We have two talk-to-yourselfers, one of which is carrying her Marta pass, driver's license, AARP card and wallet in a ziplock bag. She's asked, "you want some?" about four times, to no one in particular about nothing particular.
6:03 - I'm no germophobe but the number of people coughing and sneezing remind me of how many colds and flus are probably passed along on this train.
My train is now standing room only.
I hear a man ask the woman next to him, "so do you ride the train often?" I bet she's never heard THAT before.
6:08 - getting more full. Next stop - Five Points to change trains.
6:10 - time to time trains. Doors on both sides open. I incorrectly assume I can exit from either side. Nope, that's to go up to the street. Whoops. Have to walk back through train car over to other side. I go up on the escalator to snag my connection.
6:11 - score! My train is here and the doors are still open. I don't have time to walk to the last train car.
Car isn't too crowded, though there aren't any seats available.
6:14 - car frees up a little but I feel it would be lazy to sit down because only have two more stops before I get off. I hold onto a railing.
I'm seeing fewer afternoon sketchies than I was warned about.
I spy a girl with that fierce Cassie haircut. Looking good, bb! Apparently the older gentleman next to her thinks so, too. Googly eyes ensue.
6:21 - arrive at my station, wishing I had hand sanitizer.
6:22 - Heavier duty card works fine, allows me to exit. I start walking home. Typing these notes on my phone, walk into a branch.
6:29 - arrive at home in almost exactly the same amount of time it took me to get to work this morning.
P.s. Does the style of these Marta posts remind you a little of Paul's blog?