Yesterday on the escalator in the shopping center while driving for a couple (/M/woman and /B/London), I heard their short dialogue:
B: I already have a headache in the departments of the jacket to choose.
M: Oh, no, A. I was in the car an hour ago and wanted to go to sleep.
B: I am telling the truth. Head, straight and wooden.
M: This is her usual condition.
B: Are you an officer? Usually she is cotton, and now she is even more ill.