W: Excuse me, can you answer some of my questions? I'm doing a quick survey on a TV programme.
M: Sorry, I can't stop. I'm supposed to be in class at 9 and it's already ten past.
W: It seems that we are going to have a hard time in our classic literature class next semester.
M: I'll say! The reading list is a mile long.
W: Sorry, I have to stay here until someone comes from the phone company to fix my phone.
M: That's too bad. I wish you could go to the movies with us.
M: Wake up. We're getting ready to land.
W: I'm still tired. Did you have a sleep?
M: No. I'm too excited. You'll feel better when we're walking around in London.
W: I hope so.
M: I'd like to speak to the manager, please.
W: May I know what it is about?
M: I'd like to see him about the position advertised in today's newspaper.
W: Certainly. Just wait for a while; he is making a phone call.
W: What do you do in the evening, Peter?
M: I usually read newspapers and magazines or watch TV every evening. What do you like to do, Jane?
W: I enjoy listening to the radio to know what's going on in the world. I also like reading newspapers.
M: Do you read everything in the newspaper?
W: No. I hate the advertisements in it.
M: So do I.
W: There are also too many ads on the radio.
M: It's the same with the TV. You can skip the ads in the newspaper, but you can't do this with TV and the radio.
W: Either you turn them off or you have to put up with them.
M: You're right.
W: Hi, Mr. Bridges. How are you this morning?
M: Terrible. I'll have a cup of coffee and some toast, please. I do not want sugar in my coffee.
W: All right. I'm sorry to hear you're not in a good mood. What happened?
M: Well, my car didn't start. I was late for work. Then my dog ran away this morning, and I had to find him. Also, it was raining and my hat was wet. But you know me, I always have bad Mondays. I had a great weekend, but this morning is awful!
W: I'm going to give you your coffee for free today. You have had such a bad morning!
M: Wow, thanks! I feel a little bit better already. Are you sure you can give me free coffee?
W: Yes, it's no problem. We have extra coffee. You come into this coffee shop every day! I hope your day gets better.
W: I feel terrible. I really need to relax. Do you know any good ways to fight stress?
M: Yeah, in fact, I read in a health magazine that you should drink two cups of lemon tea every day to fight stress.
W: Lemon tea?
M: That's right. Lemon tea makes you feel more relaxed. And also, you should eat low-stress foods like apples and grapes.
W: Sounds very strange. I guess hamburgers and French fries cause stress, right?
M: Yep. Hamburgers are high-stress food.
W: Well, I guess I need to change my diet.
M: Hey, I'm calling to say that I will be late for the flight. Can you make sure that the plane doesn't take off without me?
W: I'll try.
M: Thank you. I'm just sitting here in traffic. There must be an accident or something. I've been here for 30 minutes, and I've barely made it onto the bridge.
W: Oh, that's not good.
M: This traffic is really stressing me out. I don't want to have to take a later flight!
W: I'm sure you'll be able to make it. The plane doesn't leave for another 2 hours.
M: Yes, but the guided system is telling me that I won't be at the airport for another hour and 45 minutes, which means I'll only have 15 minutes to have my bags checked, finish the security check, and arrive at the gate. That's impossible!
W: You can ask to skip to the head of the line in security. They're usually pretty good about that when you think you might miss your flight.
M: I hope so.
M: Well, I'd like to share my childhood experience with you. When I was a child I used to look forward to Saturday mornings. That was when my brother, Bernard, and I got our pocket money from our father. I would put half of it in my moneybox, and run off happily with the rest to Bartlett's, a little local shop at the end of our street. All Mrs. Bartlett had were a few things arranged on a simple wooden shelf. But to us it was a wonderful sight: sugar balls and sweets in brightly colored paper. It always took ages for each child to decide what to buy. But Mrs. Bartlett didn't mind: she let us take our time. Bernard liked sweets, but instead of my spending all the pocket money left buying the sweets, he didn't buy them. He went to the newsagent's that sold football cards. He was mad about these picture cards of famous footballers, and spent all his pocket money trying to collect whole teams of players. On Saturday afternoons he would find out where I was. Then Bernard would complain to our mother. Mum would say, "Jim, don't be so mean. Share your sweets with your brother." I thought this was really unfair, but I had no choice!