I have never been to Philadelphia before, I tell the airport shuttle driver.
The closest I ever came to visiting was when I was in New York and a friend and I accidentally boarded the wrong bus. We wanted the bus to Boston, but got on the bus to Philly. We were driven 15 blocks before we heard the bus driver announce our destination. I wanted to stay on, partly because I didn’t want to be those people who got on the wrong bus, but also because I had never been to Philadelphia and suddenly wanted to go. But we didn’t go. My friend and I walked to the front of the bus past a slew of unamused passengers in order to be dropped off in some industrial part of Manhattan by an unamused bus driver.