In 7 years of driving, I have never gotten a parking ticket, but what can I say -- our stinginess with quarters got us burned in Philadelphia. The parking meter ran out by about 20 minutes while Chris and I were getting coffee with Colette. It figures that we would get caught. Unfortunately, we didn't get any pictures in Philly, but we are still curious what this shiny prism-shaped building is for:
It's brand new, and it allegedly belongs to Amtrak, but isn't Amtrak bankrupt? What could they possibly fill it with? Broken Acela trains?
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