Oh Philly, Oh Philly
How I despise thee, let me count the ways.
On a warm summer night in your historic old town
the fragrant stench of raw sewage
pervades the air.
One would think in the 21st Century
you would have figured out how to manage sewage.
And why, oh why would I want to spend my money in dear Philly?
You tax me 2% extra just to support your businesses.
So I choose to support your suburban cousins instead.
And my dearest husband must support your messes.
For political reasons you
have set a trap for him, dear Philly.
You call it a tax for the privilege of working in Philly.
But when your politicians pressure the company you work for
not to allow you to work from a site closer to your home,
it is not a privilege, it is a sentence.
A sentence allowing dear Philly gold diggers to keep a portion of your pay.
Additionally, costing you an hour extra in time commuting
on your smelly, dirty trains.
And lest we forget
the trigger of my rampage here:
your blessed child, the Philadelphia Parking Authority.
That child brings you shame, dear Philly.
How quickly and efficiently he can issue a ticket,
yet how impossible to reach him afterwards.
$75 to smell sewage for the night.
Yes, I am just a little ticked with you today, dear Philly.
You can do better.
You should do better.
So much potential gone to waste.
You are not the only place to lure me in with your photo ops.
I will find other Loves to visit in your place.
Dear Philly, I bid you adieu.
Forever.
http://thetablescaper.blogspot.com/
http://travelphotodiscovery.com/
For political reasons you
have set a trap for him, dear Philly.
You call it a tax for the privilege of working in Philly.
But when your politicians pressure the company you work for
not to allow you to work from a site closer to your home,
it is not a privilege, it is a sentence.
A sentence allowing dear Philly gold diggers to keep a portion of your pay.
Additionally, costing you an hour extra in time commuting
on your smelly, dirty trains.
And lest we forget
the trigger of my rampage here:
your blessed child, the Philadelphia Parking Authority.
That child brings you shame, dear Philly.
How quickly and efficiently he can issue a ticket,
yet how impossible to reach him afterwards.
$75 to smell sewage for the night.
Yes, I am just a little ticked with you today, dear Philly.
You can do better.
You should do better.
So much potential gone to waste.
You are not the only place to lure me in with your photo ops.
I will find other Loves to visit in your place.
Dear Philly, I bid you adieu.
Forever.
http://thetablescaper.blogspot.com/
http://travelphotodiscovery.com/
6 comments:
Ewww, remind me never to visit there. Good grief it sounds like something out of a movie from the 1800's. Pre-indoor toilet days.
i am familiar with these things, because i worked for an HR outsourcing company and we did payroll for PA and of course Philly. with all the different taxes that change from city to county it nearly blew up our computer system trying to keep up with who paid what tax and on what side of which street... but i must say you did get totally awesome photos, that first one blows my mind.
I know your pain. Stealth no parking signs, what a brilliant marketing concept. It has Dilbert written all over it. More things than sewage stink like poop.
Good riddens Philly! You're a scum bag.
Great post Rebecca. I've never been to Philly but I feel your disgust.
That was cool, I enjoyed your photo essay and tour
I would like to invite you to join us also for Travel Photo Mondays, it runs the whole week starting on Mondays, hope to see you there.
Cool shots and even with the stench and crappy parking I miss Philly. After watching the TV show Parking Wars I'm glad that they didn't tow your car.
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