Some of us at Philebrity don’t ride a bike, so when we saw SEPTA’s latest promo — SEPTA PassPerks — we were mentally on board. We hit up the site expecting the worst, perhaps 10% off #65 Triple Orgasm or whatever it is they put between buns these days. See, we have this theory that at every El stop, there’s a fried chicken chain, a Mickey D’s, or an Asian mini mart. We are not wrong. And yet Septa has thrown us a curveball once again, it seems, because while most of the perks are miniscule or pointless, the 13% off at The Last Drop Coffeeshop, of all places, is kinda mind-boggling. We’re not saying that SEPTA riders don’t know who Dave P is, but yo. We can see it now: The baby mamas that are regulars on the C bus dropping in at 13th and Pine for that ill they be brewin’. SEPTA, that’s some ridin’ dirty but we like it.
Not to be outdone, Philadelphia Weekly showcased the wonders of SEPTA as well. We wish we were at the edit meeting where Willa Rohrer drew the short straw and got stuck with riding various routes around town. When we read her journey on the magical 15 trolley we were like, yes, someone gets it! But then they were like hey, why don’t you ride the 23 and the Market Frankford Line, and get the hell out there like a real journalist, it’s good for the lungs. Well, yeah, we’re not impressed. We ride the damn things every day, its like our down time where we just sit and ruminate on the cityscape before us, and let us tell you that its like an episode of Lost, 24, and CSI on there every goddamn run, so we don’t want to hear this business about how some guy was doing crossword puzzles and a lady was picking her nose. Open your eyes, girlfriend. A Septa ride is never that uneventful. There’s a reason we still ride it. The Perks.
[Editor’s note: Kelly White is Philebrity’s intern and, as it happens, second cousin. As she states in her MySpace profile, “I have Arctic Splash in my blood and blood in my Arctic Splash.” Blood in, blood out, Kells.]

This entry was posted on Thursday, January 25th, 2007 at 11:53 am.