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

<passage>:
first," I said. "I'm beginning to feel mildly, "You're late." "Don't yell at me, I feel awful," Simon told her. He sat down at his desk, passed his tongue over his teeth in distaste, groaned, fumbled in a drawer for the aspirin bottle. He looked over at Betty and said, "Providence," Simon told her whilst fiddling with the aspirin bottle, "will provide." Simon said, mournful of tone, "Fifty dollars? Why not make it five hundred?" I want is enough to pay me this week's salary." Simon said, enigmatically, "Now Simon said unenthusiastically, the client's chair. "Sit down, sir." The client fussed himself with Betty's assistance into the seat, bug-eyed "You didn't have a hotel. What a stupidity. I'll be phased. Phased all the way down." the bed holding his bald head in his hands. "I remember now," he sorrowed. Simon, said finally, "You know "You haven't got a handful of aspirin, have you?" I asked him. "Just a minute," Arth said, staggering "All right," I told him plaintively. "I'm clean. I won't mess up the place. All I've got is a hangover, not lice." Simon continued to say nothing she Arth was gone. He came back in Simon said nothing. Across the "Why?" "Why?" "Confound it if I know," the little fellow growled. "How?" Simon said, "Let's get to the point, with their king-size mugs and drank each other's health. My head was killing me. "This is where I came in, or something," I groaned. Arth said, "That was last night." The potential client sat more erect, He looked at me over the rim of his obviously with intent to hold the floor for a time. He removed the and then remembered. "I've got to get my bag. Oh, my head. Where did we spend last night?" them away. But to get on. It's my contention that within a century or so man will have solved the problems of immortality and eternal youth, and it's also my suspicion that he will feel lousy. I must have dimmed out. I've got to go to the Bahnhof and get my luggage." Arth didn't put up an argument no good. There were no hotel rooms Simon seemed incapable of carrying available in Munich. The head was getting worse by the minute. The to lose my bag didn't help. I worked on that project for at least a couple Simon put in a word. "The usual of hours. Not only wasn't the bag the attendant there evidently couldn't make heads nor tails of the check don't we ever meet such travelers?" fact that they'd somehow managed especially accompanied by a blockbusting hangover. I didn't get anywhere tearing my hair and complaining from one end a blank on the bag. And the head was getting worse Simon shrugged and fumbled again with the aspirin bottle. Mr. Oyster went on. "I've been considering the matter for some time and—" Simon held up a hand. "There's no use prolonging this. As I understand it, you're an elderly gentleman with a considerable fortune and you realize that thus far nobody has succeeded I decided the hell with it. I took a cab to the airport, presented my return their perch, bug-eyed Simon, but then ticket, told them I wanted to Simon said, "You want to hire me was fouled up, some clerk's error, evidently. The trip back was as uninteresting as the one over. As the hangover began to wear off—a little—I was almost sorry I hadn't been able to stay. If I'd only been able to get a room I would have stayed, I told myself. he had been occupying four—or was it five—days before when I'd left. I'd lost track of the time. Betty and Simon waited. sir. I can report. Ah, what was it you came for? Impatient to hear if I'd had any results?" My mind was spinning like a whirling dervish in a revolving door. I'd spent a wad of his money and had nothing I could think of to show for it hangover. "Came for?" Mr. Oyster snorted. "I'm merely waiting for your girl to make out my receipt. I thought you had already left." the calendar. Mr. Oyster was saying something to the effect that if I didn't leave today, it would have to be tomorrow, that he hadn't ponied up that thousand dollars advance for anything less than immediate service. Stuffing his receipt in his wallet, he fussed his way out the door. "All right," Simon said. "We'll accept not half an hour ago, just before this marble-missing client came in." She added, irrelevantly, "Time travelers yet." how long ago did I go out that door—on the way to the airport?" "You've been acting sick all morning. You went out that door about ten minutes ago, were gone about three minutes, and then came back." "See here," Mr. Oyster said (interrupting by the minute. I was bleeding to his forehead and said, "That's only the first chapter. There are two more." "I'm not interested in more," Mr. Oyster said. "I suppose your point was to show me how ridiculous the you've done it. Confound it. However, I suppose your time, even when He slammed the door after him as he left. Simon winced at the noise, took took two, washed them down with water from the desk carafe. took up the fifty dollars. "Week's wages," she said. "I suppose that's one way of taking care of a crackpot. Simon was shaking his head. "Not take his money and enjoy that vacation you've been yearning about." "I did," Simon groaned. "Three times." Simon nodded, miserably. Simon fortune—" "Sorry," Simon said. "Can't be done." "A hundred dollars a day plus expenses," Mr. Oyster said quietly. "I like the fact that you already seem "I keep telling you," Simon said bitterly, "I went back there three breath. "Listen, we're just going to have to forget about it. They're not going to stand for the space-time "No go," Simon said, a sad quality "Out of the question," Simon said. you—all over again. They just can't allow anything to come back "But "Just for laughs," Simon told the "You mean," Betty was suddenly furious at him, "you've given up! Why this is the biggest thing— Why the fifty thousand dollars is nothing. Simon said wearily, "There's just one thing you can bring back with I hustled back to the apartment and packed a bag. Hell, I'd wanted a vacation you from the future, a hangover compounded of an advance, and leaving him with on top of that!" He shuddered. "If you think I'm going to take another crack at this Betty who was making out a receipt, hangover on the three I'm already nursing, all at once, you can think again." THE END Transcriber's Note: I spent the time planning the fun I was going to have. It takes roughly seven and a half How could the average German, with his twenty-five dollars a week salary? hours. I had another suspicious twinge. costume, to the bald-headed drunk across the table from me. A desperate waitress bearing six mugs of beer in each hand scurried past. They call them No beer is that strong." I took a long pull. He looked at me, waiting. "Next what?" Baldy's conversation didn't seem to hang together very well. I'll never make it." I finished my Name is Simon."

<question>:
Why is Simon so unenthusiastic when the client shows up at the beginning of the story?

<options>:
A He knows Mr. Oyster's reputation, and does not want to get involved in his affairs.
B He knows he cannot accomplish what Mr. Oyster is asking, and knows he will have to turn him away.
C He only takes on easy cases that he knows will pay the bills.
D He has too much of a headache to deal with the new client.

<answer>:

B