A few weeks ago, I saw a BOLO flyer up on MARTA for a man who had apparently escaped from the V.A. hospital in Decatur wearing nothing but his hospital-issue nightgown and robe, waist-length dreads, and some white sneakers. The best part was that this man was born in 1918! 1918! Oh, and his middle name is Venus. Who was handing out the middle name Venus 90 years ago? If you see him, call the V.A. hospital police department.
If there’s one thing you can count on in Atlanta, it’s that if you are on a MARTA route that passes by a hospital you are going to see some chilling things at the hospital stop, especially in the mid-afternoon.
Today I saw a man get on the bus by the Atlanta Medical Center dressed in blue paper E.R. pajamas with wounds all over his face and a giant gauze bandage starting to peel off of his cheek.
This all goes to say: wash your hands after you take public transit.
Previously: This week in MARTA-themed remixes
I have read this particular post several times. It makes me really happy and uncomfortable at once.