Absurd. Just absurd. The GDGF and I were on our way to Decatur by way of MARTA yesterday, when the Arts Center station offered its best troll under the bridge impression. None — NONE — of the turnstiles would let us through after inserting our respective frequent rider cards. No guards were around, so first she hopped the turnstile, then I… well, in a misguided effort to recapture some of the athleticism of my youth, tried to prop my feet up on top of the turnstile’s waist bar. Problem is, it was only stuck in one direction and fully funcitonal in the other, so it went tumbling backwards and bashed me in the shin as I tried to pin my landing. Fortunately, my injury wasn’t serious. Determining the liability of that accident would have made for an interesting lawsuit, methinks.
Here’s a photo of some constructive criticism I offered the turnstile, taken by the GDGF:
You can see her expanded Decatur photo gallery here.
I see your fall knocked some hair off your head. That had to hurt.
Too bad the camera doesn’t make hair follicles look ten pounds heavier.
Way to go Lush. I actually laughed out loud on that one.
Alright, now how is this post going to morph into an AJC letter? I wait with bated breath.
Just do like everyone else does and walk through the handicapped door.
It is a good thing we don’t have the gates like they have in NY and London… no way to jump those (at least in the stations where they are like revolving, one way doors). I have had to jump the turn-style so many times for Marta, and notice that this is what most people do anyway… maybe that is why Marta is hurting for money?
The no turnstiles fucntion is a standard phenomenon on MARTA, I have noticed from my seven years of regular ridership.
Hiking up your leg and pissing on the turnstile is not going to help Rusty.