It Really Happened...
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.
Tuesday, October 31, 2017
Monday, October 30, 2017
How to Beat a Dead Horse in Philadelphia
Did you hear about the Philadelphia cop who found a dead horse on Susquehanna Avenue and
dragged it a block to Berks Street before writing his report?
When asked why he had risked a heart attack and slipped discs to move the carcass, the cop explained, “Because I couldn’t spell Susquehanna.”
dragged it a block to Berks Street before writing his report?
When asked why he had risked a heart attack and slipped discs to move the carcass, the cop explained, “Because I couldn’t spell Susquehanna.”
Saturday, October 28, 2017
Only in Philadelphia: The Case of The Ominous Bag
Tony Draus was raised in rural Pennsylvania. He knew that Philadelphia had a lot of crime and street-corner drug dealing.
Tony was driving into the city to visit a college roommate and stopped at a red light, when he noticed a tough-looking character brazenly approaching motorists, offering to sell something hidden in brown bags.
Tony rolled up his car windows, checked to see that his doors were locked and ignored the drug dealer’s tap on his window. He sped off when the light changed and later told his Philadelphia friend about the experience.
The Philadelphian explained that the man was not a drug dealer. The brown bags contained soft pretzels.
Tony was driving into the city to visit a college roommate and stopped at a red light, when he noticed a tough-looking character brazenly approaching motorists, offering to sell something hidden in brown bags.
Tony rolled up his car windows, checked to see that his doors were locked and ignored the drug dealer’s tap on his window. He sped off when the light changed and later told his Philadelphia friend about the experience.
The Philadelphian explained that the man was not a drug dealer. The brown bags contained soft pretzels.
Philadelphia Cracks Me Up: The Funny Side of This Brotherly Loving City
Life in Philadelphia requires a sense of humor. When an entire cobblestone street is stolen, do you cry? No, you shake your head and grin.
Everyone from Ben Franklin to W.C. Fields to Bill Cosby have found something funny to say about the not-so staid, old Quaker City.
This site is a repository of jokes, wit, observations, and real-life happenings in Philadelphia. This is a site for those who like their cheese steaks on wry with a side order of mirth.
We welcome hearing your jokes and funny stories, as long as there is a Philadelphia angle.
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