My morning commute shouldn’t have taken 30 minutes. But one learns to proceed with caution when driving down Edgewood Avenue and its collection of gaping potholes.
Then there’s the maze of unsynchronized traffic lights. Red lights follow green, even when only a couple dozen yards away. So there’s plenty of idling, which costs me money and doesn’t do the environment any favors, either.
So I finally arrive downtown to park, another nightmare: ParkAtlanta. The meter won’t accept my cash so I have to find another. Later, when I try to add some time the meter informs me that function is temporarily disabled. Of course that won’t be considered when they give me a parking ticket.
Minor inconveniences, but they add up. Atlantans know what I’m talking about.
Before we build a stadium few want and the city doesn’t need, let’s fix what’s broken.