Peggy Morrison tells of an incident when she worked at a Center City travel agency:
A dark-skinned foreigner came into the office and asked one of the travel agents about a flight to Upper Darby.
The perplexed agent tried his best to explain that Upper Darby was less than 10 miles away. “There are no flights to Upper Darby. Just take the Market Street El train. It will get you to Upper Darby.”
The man with the thick accent kept insisting there were flights to Upper Darby.
Finally, someone in the office realized the man wanted to go to Abu Dhabi.