Smells like pee
“Smells like pee,” my younger daughter said as we got on the (scary, enclosed, dark, down-the-abandoned-corridor) elevator at the train station. She was right. It did. Perhaps the public indecency is the lack of safe, easily-accessible public bathrooms. And the isolated elevators have got to go (especially since they are necessary for those in wheelchairs and folks with bikes — note to #MARTA: centrally-located glass elevators like at Sandy Springs station feel safer-for-all, and surely must help with the urination issue).