Day 3 – I’m Melting

18 Jul

Remember that mental note from Day 1 to bring an umbrella? Neither did I. And when quitting time came today the rain was coming down my sweet internship supervisor told me I couldn’t walk to the Marta stop because I’d melt. So she would have to drive me to the Marta. I know she was just being her sweet self (side note: I LOVE my internship supervisor, but this is not a blog about work so, I digress) but all I could think about was the Wicked Witch of the West melting in the water. I told her I was fine and could totally handle the rain. She refused, so along with her I went! So sweet internship supervisor drove me all the way to the Lindberg stop, which is only one before my place. What sort of adventures could I have to blog about with only one stop?, I worried. Not really, but you get what I mean. 

As the northbound train pulled up to the Lindberg stop I noticed it was packed. This meant I wasn’t getting a full row to myself so I would have to sit next to someone, or stand. Not an unusual situation. Just yesterday I sat next to a rather large man coloring pictures of pies. This morning my riding partner was just listening quietly to his iPod. And by quietly I now know all the words to Usher’s “Burn” (as if I didn’t before!). But, as all young Marta riders know, the key enjoying a ride sitting next to someone is finding someone who looks like you. I look for young people, possibly in business suits or backpacks (Ah, Georgia Tech students!, I think to myself). I don’t know why this is the case, but I’m always looking for the other young-college-PR-graduate-commuting-to-internship-in-cute-clothes. Maybe we’ll be friends, or maybe s/he’ll just leave me alone. Regardless, I like Marta friends. Lucky me, right as the doors open to the train I spot a young guy working on some project on his computer titled “Money.” And I’ll just squeeze in right here

Halfway through the probably 3 minute ride between Lindberg and Lenox Money man says, “Hmph, just leaving a long day of work… how about you?” and makes direct eye contact. NO ONE ON THE MARTA MAKES EYE CONTACT. This is a new step. I look at him, looks innocent enough. “Yep,” I say. “What do you do?” he asks. “I work at a PR firm,” I say. Dang, why didn’t I lie? I think. Making up fake identities is like a second language for my friends and me. It makes random unimportant conversation so exciting. I could be British. Or an astronaut. He then goes on to ask me what PR is and what clients I work for, to which I shortly reply. Like, c’mon, this is the Marta and it’s one stop and I don’t care if you’re cute I don’t want to talk I just want to look at Instagram. Then, after about 90 seconds it’s time for me to get off.

“This is my stop,” I say. What stop is this?” he asks. “Lenox,” I say awkardly. Like, do you know what train you’re on? Seriously, who doesn’t know the Marta routes? (Don’t look at Day 2 post).

And then I leave the train and realize he’s stolen my wallet. No just kidding, but wouldn’t that be awful?

-gh

 

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3 Responses to “Day 3 – I’m Melting”

  1. Teeny July 19, 2012 at 12:17 am #

    you’re funny. =)

    • gabsessed July 19, 2012 at 1:07 am #

      love you 🙂

  2. May July 20, 2012 at 2:44 am #

    A) why yes… I am quite good at being Lucy who moved from Ireland when she was 6 and spends every summer there with her grandparents…
    B) haha you would just jump up in the middle of a convo awkwardly.
    C) I wuv you

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