On MARTA, you see all walks of life.
Few complained about the homeless man whose off-putting smell stunk up the entire MARTA car during a hot and crammed rush hour earlier this week.
In the city too busy to hate, MARTA is not a disappointment in some ways, though I could do without the odor. In my first week riding MARTA, men regularly gave up their seats for women. I’m not a hyper feminist and chivalry apparently isn’t dead. So I’m reveling in this perk …. I was about to give up hope for MARTA’s future in my life.
I’m just a sleep-deprived mom who needs to sit down. I'm constantly on the go – whether heading to my PR job, shopping at Target, meeting friends (with their kids) or playing with my toddler at the pool. By the end of week one of the Zip Car Low Car Diet, I’m pretty optimistic. I might actually continue doing this commute, though I’m looking forward to crisp, fall weather.
The heat can be unbearable at times (can MARTA turn up the a/c please!!). I think I’m possibly committing to myself that I might do this beyond the diet. My husband will be thrilled about saving the money.
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