I don’t even know why I bitch anymore. I should just approach my dealings with Atlanta’s rickety mass transit system as a Zen master and accept my fate as inevitable. Anyway, my boss and I were returning from North Georgia where we ran a public meeting, and he dropped me off at the East Lake MARTA station around 10 p.m. I was destined for the GDGF’s place in Midtown. The wait for a westbound train was reasonable, and I hopped it to the Five Points station. When I arrived, madness was waiting for me.

I waited at least 30 minutes for the northbound train. The delay led to a bottleneck of aspiring riders, seen in this photo (taken with my Motorola e815 camera phone, which apparently doesn’t exist anymore):

Five Points MARTA station

To top it off, there was a Christian youth convention in town with competing factions standing on opposite sides of the station, singing to each other in piercing voices:

“God is great!!!! Yeah, yeah, yeah!!!!! God is great!!!!! Yeah, yeah, yeah!!!!!”

God clearly hates you, I thought to myself, if he placed you at the mercy of MARTA when your captors let you out of your cages.

The train finally lurched into boarding position after an interminable wait, bursting with riders from previous stations. We were packed in like six-footers in the back seat of a Mustang, and shoved off after another delay.

I muttered blasphemy the entire ride.

Conductor: “Arriving at Peachtree station…”

Me: “Goddamn MARTA, always late, never reliable…”

[ . . . ]

Conductor: “Arriving at Civic Center station…”

Me: “Stupid goddamn Christians, singing all the goddamn time…”

[ . . . ]

Conductor: “Arriving at North Avenue station…”

Me: “Jesus Christ, what a goddamn nightmare this has been…”

[ . . . ]

Conductor: “Arriving at Midtown station…”

Me: “Dripping Christ on a stick…”

[ . . . ]

Conductor: “Arriving at Arts Center station…”

Me: “About goddamn time!”

I probably spoiled someone’s trip, judging by the glances I received. While there’s no love lost between Jeebis, his followers, and I, I still feel bad on karmic principle that I directed my anger somewhere other than its direct source.