![]() ![]() When we made it to Art Center station, the bottle stopped near the doors and I promptly kicked it out where it fell down onto the tracks and shattered. This car was full enough to have people standing, including myself, and it was a comedy scene watching us pick our feet up as the bottle kept rolling around. This wasn't an issue at first, however after departing south from Lindbergh station the elevation changes caused the bottle to roll around the train car. It isn't uncommon to find piss somewhere at a MARTA station or even on a train, however on one day in particular someone had pissed into a Starbucks Frappucino bottle (the little RTD ones) and left it on a train car. When the scooter is finally free, he sits back down and scoots away. The guy quickly stands up and starts watching me get his scooter unstuck from the gap. I start putting the pieces back without him noticing that I might've broke part of his scooter. I go to help him by lifting the front of his scooter, but I accidentally take pieces of it off. Then the MARTA police came over the spoil the fun.Ī guy in a "not-quite-a-wheelchair" scooter got his front wheels stuck in the gap between the platform and train when trying to leave. At Five Points, one side of the platform was all Mexico fans, the other Bosnia. Soccer chants were breaking out all over. The next week, the train I was on hit a guy on a bike standing at the edge of the platform.Įarlier this year, there was a big soccer game at the Georgia Dome, and MARTA was packed with fans of Mexico and Bosnia on my ride home. We found out later she was trying to commit suicide. When I was transferring at Five Points, a lady jumped out in front of the train I was going to get on. Luckily, I was getting off at the stop this started happening at and didn't run into any problems. When I said "no," he called me a brickhouse and proceeded to grab my leg, trying to get my wallet. There was a pile of human feces on the stairs at the Avondale station for 5 days.Ī homeless guy started singing "Brickhouse" to me, then asked me for money. When he got off at his stop, he waved at me from the platform until the train left. At some point in the middle of his facts, he mentioned that he doesn't do drugs, but has the occasional drink, and never goes to clubs. When I mentioned computers, he started talking about scientists, theoretical physics, and string theory. On my way to work in the morning, a homeless-looking gentleman came up to me asking me what I do. So Atlanta, what has ever happened to you on MARTA? good or bad?Įdit: You guys are awesome, thanks for sharing all of these amazing stories, I hope to hear even more! :) epeople are literally just watching this guys hand hover around my butt as he gets closer and closer while I'm inching away from him as best I can and OH YES LINDBERGH Oh.oh no.he dropped his cane.oh.crap.I really don't want to touch it. Whatever, I've seen weird things on MARTA, just ignore him. ![]() I mean this guy is ragged and pulling his left sleeve up with his teeth. So I'm on the train, scooting closer to people and the doors and to my left is this really, genuinely cracked out looking dude. I used to ride MARTA three times a week at one point when I went to state and have plenty of stories, but this was the weirdest one by far.So I'm headed home on a friday, crowded train of course, as it was just before 5 PM, I'm just trying to get to Lindbergh to get picked up by my mom but it's a good 20 minute ride with a full train and stops from 5 points to there. Inspired by the Wa-Ho post from earlier, I would love to hear some crazy MARTA stories, I'll start. ![]()
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