a) At RiteAid of Bolton Hill a woman is reading her weekly horoscope in the National Enquirer. She swells "Oh my! Just look at this tragesty!" acknowledging that her astrological forecast for the week promises extraordinary challenges and a high probability of misfortune. She checks her standing and counts 10 tubes of Benzedrex in the basket and five more concealed within her tote bag. Realizing that this is quite an ordinary count she gasps "Darnell! I told you to get the Benzedrex! What are you doing standing around for?" She relaxes as the preparations progress and opens to a different page of the tabloid. Floating about is an unwarranted-full-page-at-the-beach photo of Lindsay Lohan cursing her very sun. The women notes that the page is without tragesty or tragedy, but the actress's bathing suit is decidedly a travesty.
"Oh yes it willsbe" in whispers to herself. her brows raise "Yes it willsssbeee." She is next to checkout. An all-magical-ninety six hour-nonstop-triptastic-spectacle of expeditionary proportions is about to begin. Onward to the City of Stars and Lindsay Lohan's Magnificent Mountains! The destination pleases Darnell "Oh yes it willsbe" he acutely agrees.
2) The cokeheads at the bus stop are eager to board the train of tragesties.