Tith the sun beginning to rise, the cabin of the jetliner was suddenly 
illuminated. "Who turned on the fucking lights?" a male passenger, who had 
been surly since boarding, snarled at a stewardess.
The girl had had enough of this particular character. "These are the 
breakfast lights, sir," she answered with forced sweetness. "The fucking
lights are much dimmer, and you snored right through them."