Next - Southbound Train to the Airport

Okay today Atlanta's Marta public transportation system was completely screwed up; I stood at Five Points Station around 5pm for 20 minutes awaiting the Doraville train and I am not kidding when I tell you that one southbound train came every 30 seconds-2 minutes. Everytime one would arrive, I would hear a female voice over the speakers say, "Next, Southbound train to the airport", indicating that yet another Southbound train was about to arrive, only a minute or so after the one that was already there. People all around me were so pissed off and stated that they had already stood there for a half an hour waiting for the same train as me, and everytime the Doraville train was supposedly "arriving", it wouldn't and instead two North Springs trains came, one minute apart. We were like what the hell? Haha, but eventually the Doraville train came but it was packed, although I guess that was to be expected.



No, the funniest Marta related incident occurred the other day: I was sitting there on my way home, minding my own business and listening to music on my iPod really loud when I all of a sudden heard something that sounded like a roar of a snore (I'm not kidding, that shit was loud). My first instinct was to look up, and when I did I realized that everyone in that part of the train, I'd say maybe 5o-70 people, were quietly looking around and looking as if they were just as puzzled as I was. After a few minutes of scanning through the people on the train, I saw that a guy who appeared to be in his 20's was sitting there covering his face and laughing while his face was as red as a tomato, so I assumed it was him, but soon I found out it was actually a gangster looking dude behind him who appeared to be my age. The dude was just sitting there, slouched down with his head leaned against the window and his mouth open, and the snoring continued to get louder and louder to the point to where everyone in that part of the train were laughing their asses off (including me, I'm usually good about not laughing but that shit was funny). Soon, the young guy whose face was red as a tomato (because people thought he was the one that was snoring) ended up getting off and I yelled, "It's okay, we know it wasn't you man," and he laughed and looked relieved. 10 minutes later we finally arrived at the last train station, Doraville Station, and the dude was still fast asleep, and a lady sitting across from me asked if I had a camera or laptop anything to record him with to put it on Youtube but of course, that day out of all days, I did not have either with me. Damn.