Last year in Atlanta I decided not to rent a car since it's very expensive and the hotel where I stay is well within walking distance of the Galeria Center where the show is held. So, all I need it to get from the airport to the hotel and then from the hotel to the airport. It's silly to rent a car for three days just to make two trips. But, taxis and airport shuttles are also expensive since the Galeria Center is on the completely opposite side of town from the airport. So, I decided to take public transit. It might take a little bit longer, but, thanks to transfers, it only costs like a buck fifty each way.
So, I boarded the orange train at the airport. I liked the train. Clean and nice. Very fast. We were at this place called The Art Center (curious name for a bus station) very quickly. There, I waited about fourty-five minutes for the necessary bus. The bus was maybe ten minutes out of the Airt Center when it ran out of gas. I kid you not. The transit bus ran out of gas. So, there we waited for about an hour until another bus arrived to rescue us. That bus meandered its way up to a shopping mall where you transfer buses. Busses arrive at this mall every half hour. But, having suffered the gas problem, our bus was out of sync with the rest of the busses and we arrived about one minute to late. So, I stood and waited for about a half hour. Then, I finally boarded the bus that would take me to my hotel, or at least across the street from it. This bus went righ past the Galeria Center and I thought about getting off, but it was getting late, I was carrying my bag, and Clay was supposed to meet me at the hotel, so I rode on. A few blocks later, the driver decided that the annoying rattle we'd been enduring was due to the buses wheelchair lift not having properly retracted. The solution was to deploy the lift and then retract it again and hope that it would properly retract this time. Of course, the lift jammed in the out position. The bus can not drive down the road with the lift extended. So, after a rather slap-stick series of attempts to get the lift back, the driver announced that we'd have to wait for yet another rescue. I decided to walk back to the Galeria Center and call my hotel. They have a shuttle that will take you to and from the Galeria Center. But, the shuttle was busy and so it was about a half hour before they arrived. It took, as I recall, five hours from locking the door on my car in the parking lot at Portland's PDX airport to breathing in the humid Atlanta climate. It then took eight hours to get from the Atlanta Airport to my hotel about thirty five miles away.
Sniperboy and I split a cab going back.
I saved a lot of money taking the bus, but there's an old saying, "you get what you pay for." This year, I think I'll hire a limousine.
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Chuck
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