Oh, MARTA, my old nemesis.  I hoped we were done, what with my moving and not having a commute anymore.  I hoped our relationship would be relegated to sporting events and the odd trip to the airport.  I really hoped your days of appearing on this website were over.

Alas.

I spotted this one on my way to dinner last weekend.  I even stopped to do a double-check to make absolutely sure the letter “d” hadn’t fallen off.  But no.  Apparently the letter “d” just didn’t make the cut.  That letter “p,” however, was special enough to get an extra helping of capitalization.

That’ll teach me to use MARTA parking gratuitously.