Tom arrives in London on a foggy day. She wakes up the next day and it's foggy. It's also foggy the day after that, and the day after that. And the day after that.

Going out to lunch, he sees a young child and, out of despair, asks, "Hey kid! Does the sun ever shine around here?"

"Would you like dinner?" the flight attendant asked the man seated in front of me.

"What are my choices?" he asked.