Mother: How is that?
Daughter: There is a strike going on among pilots and air hostesses.
Mother: Oh, that's too bad. Did he tell you what the cause is?
Daughter: No, he didn't. It must be something about wages, bonuses, welfare, and such like.
Mother: How do you know?
Daughter: I don't know, I'm only guessing.
Mother: I hope your daddy soon come back safe and sound.
Daughter: There's nothing to be worried about, Mom. It's a strike, not a riot.
Mother: I hope so ....
Son: Hi, Mom. Hi, old sis.
Mother: Are you going out again?
Son: Yes, Mom. Don't wait up. I'll probably stay overnight.
Mother: What are you doing out there?
Son: We're having a parade this afternoon. If the school doesn't agree to fire those unqualified teachers, we'll stage a one-week strike.... See you, Mom, old sis (go）.
Mother: What kind of world is this.
