Up until this weekend, I had no issues with Philadelphia. Not only is it a fascinating hot bed of American history but it also share’s the title and location of one of TCM’s favorite TV shows.
On Columbus day I was lucky enough to attend a concert by the band, Them Crooked Vultures (more on that in a future post). Haven’t heard of them? That’s because they haven’t released an album yet and no singles. Trust me by 2010 you will know who they are.
Anyway, my companions and I stayed in a Holiday Inn Express right in downtown Philly. It was a swanky ass hotel with the WORST parking garage you have ever seen. By this I mean it was limited parking to begin with and the parking attendant spends his whole day moving cars in and out with some Austin Powers maneuvering so someone can go away for an hour and than come back. It’s hard to explain, but it was a serious game of Tetris.
When we went to check out the next morning, they slipped the bill receipt under the door. The bill had 4 charges, accommodations (obviously) and parking were the first 2. The next 2 were something I’ve never seen before in my entire life:
A state occupancy tax and a city occupancy tax.
What. The. Fuck.
I have never seen such a thing in my entire life. Are you telling me it costs my ass extra money just to stay in your shit-tastic state, not to mention an additional fee to stay in a city within that state? That is fucking bold, Pennsylvania. You need to get off your high horse and sit the fuck down.