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This is actually not even a joke. It is reality! Actually it might b funny only to Atlantans... so forgive me if you dont find this funny... but i just wanted to get things started 
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This is for anyone who lives in Atlanta, who has ever lived in Atlanta, has
visited Atlanta, ever plans to visit Atlanta, knows anyone who lives in
Atlanta, knows anyone who has ever visited Atlanta or anyone who has ever
heard of Atlanta, Georgia.
Atlanta is composed mostly of one way streets. The only way to get out of
downtown Atlanta is to turn around and start over when you reach
Greenville, South Carolina.
All directions start with, "Go down Peachtree" and include the phrase,
"When you see the Waffle House." Except that in Cobb County, all directions
begin with, "Go to the Big Chicken."
Peachtree Street has no beginning and no end and is not to be confused with
Peachtree Circle, Peachtree Place, Peachtree Lane, Peachtree Road,
Peachtree Parkway, Peachtree Run, Peachtree Trace, Peachtree Ave, Peachtree
Commons, Peachtree Battle, Peachtree Corners, New Peachtree, Old Peachtree,
West Peachtree, Peachtree-Dunwoody, Peachtree-Chamblee, or Peachtree
Industrial Boulevard.
Atlantans only know their way to work and their way home. If you ask anyone
for directions they will always send you down Peachtree.
Atlanta is the home of Coca-Cola. That's all we drink here, so don't ask
for any other soft drink unless it's made by Coca-Cola. And even then it's
still "Coke."
Gate One at Atlanta's Hartsfield International Airport is 32 miles away
from the Main Concourse, so wear sneakers and pack a lunch.
It's impossible to go around a block and wind up on the street you started
on. The Chamber of Commerce calls it a "scenic drive" and has posted signs
to that effect, so that out-of-towners don't feel lost...they're just on a
"scenic drive."
The 8:00am rush hour is from 6:30 to 10:30am. The 5:00pm rush hour is from
3:00 to 7:30pm. Friday's rush hour starts Thursday afternoon, and lasts
through 2:00am Saturday.
"Sir" and "Ma'am" are used by the person speaking to you if there's a
remote possibility that you're at least 30 minutes older than they are.
A native can only pronounce Ponce De Leon Avenue, so do not attempt the
Spanish pronunciation. People will simply tilt their heads to the right and
stare at you. (The Atlanta pronunciation is "pahnss duh LEE-on").
The falling of one rain drop causes all drivers to immediately forget all
traffic rules; so will daylight savings time, a girl applying eye shadow in
the next car, or a flat tire three lanes over.
If a single snowflake falls, the city is paralyzed for three days, and it's
on all the channels as a news flash every 15 minutes for a month. All the
grocery stores will be sold out of milk, bread, bottled water, toilet
paper, and beer. If there is a remote chance of snow, and if it does snow,
people will be on the corner selling "I survived the blizzard" tee-shirts,
not to mention the fact that all schools will close at the slightest
possible chance of snow.
If you are standing on a corner and a MARTA Bus stops, you're expected to
get on and go somewhere.
Construction on Peachtree Street is a way of life and a permanent form of
entertainment, especially when a water line is tapped and Atlanta's version
of Old Faithful erupts.
Construction crews are not doing their jobs properly unless they close down
all major streets during rush hour.
Atlantans are very proud of our racetrack, known as Road Atlanta. It winds
throughout the city on the Interstates, hence it's name.
Actually, I-285, the loop that encircles Atlanta and has a posted speed
limit of 55mph (but you have to maintain 80 mph just to keep from getting
run over), is known to truckers as "The Watermelon 500."
Georgia 400 is our equivalent of the Autobahn. You will rarely see a
semi-truck on GA 400, because even the truck drivers are intimidated by the
oversized SUV-wielding housewives racing home after a grueling day at the
salon or the tennis match to meet their children at the school bus coming
home from the college prep preschool.
The last thing you want to do is give another driver the finger, unless
your car is armored, your trigger finger is itchy and your AK-47 has a full
clip.
The pollen count is off the national scale for unhealthy, which starts at
120! . Atlanta is usually in the 2,000 to 4,000 range. All roads, vehicles,
houses, etc. are yellow from March 28th to July 15th.
If you have any allergies you will die.
But other than that, it's a great place to live!
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This is for anyone who lives in Atlanta, who has ever lived in Atlanta, has
visited Atlanta, ever plans to visit Atlanta, knows anyone who lives in
Atlanta, knows anyone who has ever visited Atlanta or anyone who has ever
heard of Atlanta, Georgia.
Atlanta is composed mostly of one way streets. The only way to get out of
downtown Atlanta is to turn around and start over when you reach
Greenville, South Carolina.
All directions start with, "Go down Peachtree" and include the phrase,
"When you see the Waffle House." Except that in Cobb County, all directions
begin with, "Go to the Big Chicken."
Peachtree Street has no beginning and no end and is not to be confused with
Peachtree Circle, Peachtree Place, Peachtree Lane, Peachtree Road,
Peachtree Parkway, Peachtree Run, Peachtree Trace, Peachtree Ave, Peachtree
Commons, Peachtree Battle, Peachtree Corners, New Peachtree, Old Peachtree,
West Peachtree, Peachtree-Dunwoody, Peachtree-Chamblee, or Peachtree
Industrial Boulevard.
Atlantans only know their way to work and their way home. If you ask anyone
for directions they will always send you down Peachtree.
Atlanta is the home of Coca-Cola. That's all we drink here, so don't ask
for any other soft drink unless it's made by Coca-Cola. And even then it's
still "Coke."
Gate One at Atlanta's Hartsfield International Airport is 32 miles away
from the Main Concourse, so wear sneakers and pack a lunch.
It's impossible to go around a block and wind up on the street you started
on. The Chamber of Commerce calls it a "scenic drive" and has posted signs
to that effect, so that out-of-towners don't feel lost...they're just on a
"scenic drive."
The 8:00am rush hour is from 6:30 to 10:30am. The 5:00pm rush hour is from
3:00 to 7:30pm. Friday's rush hour starts Thursday afternoon, and lasts
through 2:00am Saturday.
"Sir" and "Ma'am" are used by the person speaking to you if there's a
remote possibility that you're at least 30 minutes older than they are.
A native can only pronounce Ponce De Leon Avenue, so do not attempt the
Spanish pronunciation. People will simply tilt their heads to the right and
stare at you. (The Atlanta pronunciation is "pahnss duh LEE-on").
The falling of one rain drop causes all drivers to immediately forget all
traffic rules; so will daylight savings time, a girl applying eye shadow in
the next car, or a flat tire three lanes over.
If a single snowflake falls, the city is paralyzed for three days, and it's
on all the channels as a news flash every 15 minutes for a month. All the
grocery stores will be sold out of milk, bread, bottled water, toilet
paper, and beer. If there is a remote chance of snow, and if it does snow,
people will be on the corner selling "I survived the blizzard" tee-shirts,
not to mention the fact that all schools will close at the slightest
possible chance of snow.
If you are standing on a corner and a MARTA Bus stops, you're expected to
get on and go somewhere.
Construction on Peachtree Street is a way of life and a permanent form of
entertainment, especially when a water line is tapped and Atlanta's version
of Old Faithful erupts.
Construction crews are not doing their jobs properly unless they close down
all major streets during rush hour.
Atlantans are very proud of our racetrack, known as Road Atlanta. It winds
throughout the city on the Interstates, hence it's name.
Actually, I-285, the loop that encircles Atlanta and has a posted speed
limit of 55mph (but you have to maintain 80 mph just to keep from getting
run over), is known to truckers as "The Watermelon 500."
Georgia 400 is our equivalent of the Autobahn. You will rarely see a
semi-truck on GA 400, because even the truck drivers are intimidated by the
oversized SUV-wielding housewives racing home after a grueling day at the
salon or the tennis match to meet their children at the school bus coming
home from the college prep preschool.
The last thing you want to do is give another driver the finger, unless
your car is armored, your trigger finger is itchy and your AK-47 has a full
clip.
The pollen count is off the national scale for unhealthy, which starts at
120! . Atlanta is usually in the 2,000 to 4,000 range. All roads, vehicles,
houses, etc. are yellow from March 28th to July 15th.
If you have any allergies you will die.
But other than that, it's a great place to live!