The postillion was struck by lightning

Of course, pleated pants make everyone look like they have a gut, showing the irony inherent in so many elements of the modern age.

Oh, that would be awesome! My sister is convinced my fate lies in getting a Boston heir to marry me*, so I can attend tea parties in Boston in enormous silk dresses.

_{*The result of a really giggly conversation that keeps getting referenced. We both know Boston isn't like that.}