Listening Exercise 3 Night Duty
It was a rainy night at the beginning of winter. Drivers all around the city were
afraid when the rain turned to ice as the temperature dropped.
Every person who was out was in a hurry to get home, but no one dared to
drive even as fast as the speed limit allowed. Each driver anticipated pulling into their
own driveway, stopping the car at last, walking up the steps to the front door, putting the
key in the lock and walking into a place that was warm and dry and safe.
There was a man who would not get to the warmth and safety of his home until
morning. He stood in his office by an old till, and leaned on the worn linoleum counter.
The battered brown office door tried valiantly to keep out the cold of another new winter.
A large storefront window, still tinted with a faint layer of summer’s fly-specks, nearly
filled the entire wall that faced a busy street. An orange-red neon sign in the window
flashed, “Joe’s Towing - Call 234- HELP.”
Joe walked across and sat in a cracked vinyl chair by a desk cluttered with a lot
of grease-stained papers. These nearly covered an avocado telephone. He looked
out the window as the storm grew worse. He knew the phone would soon start to ring.
The calls would come from all the cold, wet, tired and troubled drivers caught by the
cruel tricks of the storm. There would be many a dead battery, many an accident, and
many a car stuck in the snowdrifts.
The familiar office was a cozy place to Joe, but a draft of freezing thoughts made
the old man shiver.
Read this out loud.
What did you hear? There were these noun markers....a:14, an: 4, the: 26.