Philadelphia Inevitabilities

You can not walk around any of Philly's assorted neighborhoods without witnessing someone spitting onto the sidewalk or street. It's a fact. Nobody puts the effort in to hock a loogie like we did back in elementary school or summer camp. Not everybody is sick and trying to expectorate the phlegm. They just naturally possess the spitting frequency of a camel or llama. High schoolers, little old ladies at the bus stop, well-dressed businessmen, everybody. I feel lucky that to this date, I have not yet found saliva on my clothes or shoes.

Another inevitability is that the afore-mentioned SEPTA buses are often early or late to their respective destinations. This will leave you sprinting after the #9 as it cruises down Walnut St. a few minutes early, or the #27 will show up 30 minutes later than expected on a Sunday, leaving you to hail it down after you have given up hope on its arrival and changed transportation plans. It's a daily gamble, but it's good exercise.

Also, I'm beginning to realize the downfalls of the (inevitable, if you will) citywide last call at 1:30AM and closing of the bars at 2AM. Fortunately, as a server in "the industry", I am allowed access to a number of sketchy after-hours bars, so long as I furnish proof of employment. I'd usually rather just go home, or fall asleep watching TV on friends' couches, but it's good to know. Besides, Atlantic City never sleeps.