Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
When I got home from the office, I was not so much tired as beaten I had forgotten to wind the alarm clock, so I'd when I reached the sidewalk, to find myself confronted with an almost tropical downpour. I would have turned back, but a taxi came up and a "Right," said the driver, and I heard the starter grind, and then go on grinding. After some futile efforts, he turned to me. "Sorry, Mac. You'll have to find another cab. Good hunting." and then his chattering drill hit it. found that I had missed the story conference. During the day, by actual count, I heard the phrase "I'm just spitballing" eight times, and another Madison Avenue favorite, The subway gave a repeat performance going home, and as I got to the apartment house we live in, the cop on the afternoon beat was standing there talking to the doorman. He said, "Hello, Mr. Graham. I guess you must have just have missed it just missed it," I said, and went on in. except for the alarm clock, I'd had no control over what had been going directions Molly had left, telling me how to get along by myself until I opened the refrigerator to get some ice and saw another notice: "When muggy heat, but nothing came. I went back and read the whole chapter exercising his flock of pigeons. They wheeled in a circle, hoping to be "Yeah, and only when you were dealer!" The tone of the argument was beginning to get ugly, and I opened the door to offer Nat help if he needed it. There were four men confronting him, evidently torn between the desire to make an angry exit and the impulse to stay and beat him up. His face was furiously red and he looked stunned. The nearest man struck them up from his hand. "Okay, Houdini! So they're not marked! All I know is five straight...." the four men, with half frightened, incredulous looks, and in silence, After a while, he calmed down, but he still seemed dazed. He started to sweat again, so I got up to fix him another drink. There "I'll have to go down for more soda," I said. I was getting used to miracles. We left the proprietor with his mouth open and met Danny, the cop, looking in at the door, also with his mouth open. On the sidewalk, a man walking in front of Nat stooped suddenly to tie his shoe and Nat, to avoid bumping him, stepped off the curb and a taxi moment. The sight of this threw another driver into a skid, and when he and all, traffic was stacked up from both directions as far as the avenues. Everyone was honking his horn. Danny was furious—more so when he tried to put through a call to his It was out of order. "I'll stay for one more drink and then I'm due at the office," he said. When he was gone, I noticed it was getting dark and turned on the desk "Not in the least," I said. "Come on over here. I've got something for was too reminiscent of Gilbert and Sullivan, and stopped at the letter while I waited. Then he turned around to get up and expostulate, but he motioned me back. "I know, but don't his head. Then he brightened. "I have an idea. Maybe we can have a He thought for a tense minute and snapped his fingers. "Have you any I was beginning to feel hungry and the drinks had worn off. "Let's go out and eat," I said, "There's not a damn thing in the could hear wrecking trucks towing away the stalled cars. There were, by this time, a number of harassed cops directing the maneuver and we heard one of them say to Danny, "I don't know what the hell's going on around here. Every goddam car's got something the matter with it. They can't none of them back out for one reason or another. Never seen tried to pass one another as soon as one of them moved aside to let the other pass, the other would move to the same side. They both had "All right, smart guy!" they shouted in unison, and barged ahead, Mr. Graham?" he asked. "I don't know what's going on around here, but Three women in a confused wrangle, with their half-open umbrellas intertwined, were brought across the street, which meant climbing over fenders. Bartley, a fine young patrolman, seemed self-conscious the "And so now it's Missus Mac-Philip, is it?" said her adversary. The third, a younger one with her back turned to us, her umbrella also caught in the tangle, pulled at it in a tentative way, at which the but the handle was caught in her glove. She looked up and I saw it was Molly. My nurse-wife. "Of course I'm all right. But why...." "Trouble does seem to follow you, Mr. Graham," was all he said. When we got upstairs, I turned to McGill. "Explain to Molly," I said. "And incidentally to me. I'm not properly briefed yet." a jump ahead of him. date? I mean apart from the off chance I got them that way." "Because I don't think this thing got going before today and require retroactive action, reversing time. That's out, in my book. That telephone now—" The doorbell rang. We were not surprised to find it was the telephone more. McGill went over and they discussed the problem in undertones. Finally the man left and Molly called her mother to reassure her. McGill tried to explain to me what had happened with the phone. "You must have joggled something loose. And then you replaced the impulses. Yes, I know how you feel," he said, seeing my expression. "It's beginning to bear down." Molly was through telephoning and suggested going out for dinner. I was "I'm in no mood to cook," she said. "Let's get away from all this." Since we decided on an air-conditioned restaurant nearby on Sixth Avenue, we walked. The jam of cars didn't seem to be any less than before and we saw Danny again. He was talking to a police lieutenant, and when he caught sight of us, he said something that made the lieutenant look at us with interest. Particularly at me. happened to have it upside down and all the cigarettes fell out. Before I could move my foot to obliterate what they had spelled out on the sidewalk, the two cops saw it. The lieutenant gave me a hard look, but said nothing. I quickly kicked the insulting cigarettes into the gutter. returned, they preempted him and began ordering dinner fussily: cold salt seemed to have been used instead of sugar. I mentioned this and my companions tried theirs, and The waiter was concerned and apologetic, and took the drinks back to That is to say he tilted the shaker over the first one, but nothing came out. He bumped it against the side of the bar and tried again. pick, his face pink with exasperation. a crystal, I thought to myself. The other bartender gave him a fresh shaker, but the same thing crowded around in front of him, offering advice. Our waiter came back, baffled, saying he'd have the drinks in a moment, and went to the kitchen. When he returned, he had madame's vichyssoise and some rolls, which he put down, and then went to the bar, where the audience had "Hey! What's the idea?" snarled the sour-looking man. "I'm terribly sorry," I said. "It was an accident. I—" "I really didn't mean to," I began again, getting up. There must have licked his thumb and danced as boxers are popularly supposed to do. The owner of the place, a man with thick black eyebrows, hustled toward us with a determined manner. I tried to explain what had happened, but I was outshouted, and the owner frowned darkly.

<question>:
Which didn't distract Mr. Graham from getting dinner the first time?

<options>:
A his wife coming home early
B his telephone was broken
C watching two men fight on the sidewalk
D another encounter with the police officer

<answer>:

B