No One Else Will Think This Is Funny

But when we were driving through Pennsylvania, it almost made us die. The roads in Pennsylvania were pretty terrible, all washboardy, so we had been pounded in that truck for hours and were punchy. Plus, the horrendous stench of the cowshit of the Lehigh valley is like nothing you can imagine, unless your car has broken down outside Bakersfield, California, by the feedlots. So, we are looking for our exit to the hotel, in vain, and sooo tired and beat-up. There is a sign! We will read it!
It says, Shartlesville, 16 Miles.
I say, Shartlesville sounds like a place where everyone looks all surprised all the time because they made a mess in their pants when they thought they were just going to fart.
My daughter started laughing so hard I thought she was going to drive the truck off the road. She does this thing when I crack her up that she loses her breath and starts hitting her leg while tears run down her face. Her eyes started to squinch up and she was trying to say, sharting, startling, startled shartled.  I was making bug-eyed ooops my pants are full of poo faces. The truck started to swerve around and I saw the little blue car appear briefly in the rear view mirror.
Wait, wait, don't kill us, not that funny....hold on...
She wiped her eyes with one hand and did some gasping and we had to drop the subject for a while.
It took us about another two or three hours weaving through the bumpy, crappy road-work Pennsyvania highway night to find our exit past Allentown.
We got to our hotel and it was a shithole. It was two stories and lacked an elevator. Horrible tattooed middle-aged women were staggering into a disco on the first floor. We dragged our suitcases upstairs, shooed some guidos away from our door to enter it, glared at the grimy bathroom ceiling and 80's striped wallpaper, and said to each other,
Not Allentown, Shartlesville.