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Thursday, November 13, 2003  You know you're in South Philly when...  I don't think you can get any more South Philly [adj.] than the line at the pharmacy in the all-night CVS on Passyunk. ("Pass-ee-unk" to anyone else, "Pashunk" down here.) Last night, I overheard a conversation between two archetypally South Philly women—couldn't help but overhear, actually, since one of them was in front of me and the other was behind me. They were somewhere around 30 with 50-year-old skin, hair like a beauty school's oldest mannequin, and the voice of a washed-up blues singer in rehab. And I heard one line that was so classically South Philly I spent the rest of my time in line memorizing it: "Remember when Billy Potts stole my big Santa and gave it to Weenie to put it on his lawn in Jersey?" It was one of those sentences I couldn't wait to get to the end of, and couldn't imagine the end of; with every word I thought "Where could she possibly be going with this?" Maybe it's not the funniest or weirdest thing I've heard; but it's just...South Philly. It doesn't get any more-so than this. [ at 12:51 PM • by Abby • permalink •   ]

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