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

<passage>:
By STEPHEN BARR Illustrated by GAUGHAN When I got home from the office, I was not so much tired as beaten temperature, according to the radio, was eighty-seven degrees, but according to my Greenwich Village thermometer, it was ninety-six. I got place looked wife-deserted. when I reached the sidewalk, to find myself confronted with an almost "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." which exactly missed the express at Fourteenth Street. The same thing usual crowd of buffs watching the digging machines and, in particular, a man with a pneumatic drill who was breaking up some hard-packed clay. During the day, by actual count, I heard the phrase "I'm just accepted without change because nobody had noticed my absence from the The subway gave a repeat performance going home, and as I got to the He said, "Hello, Mr. Graham. I guess you must have just have missed it heard it a little while ago: all six elevators in your building jammed directions Molly had left, telling me how to get along by myself until Intimidated, I took my drink into the living room and sat down in exercising his flock of pigeons. They wheeled in a circle, hoping to be allowed to perch, but were not allowed to. they seemed to bunch up together. By some curious chance, they all wanted the same place in the sky to turn in, and several collided and The man was as surprised as I and went to one of the dazed birds and usually very well behaved, I was astonished to hear what sounded like an incipient free-for-all, and among the angry voices I recognized that Several other loud voices started at the same time. 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 His voice trailed away. He and the others stared at the scattered cards on the floor. About half were face down, as might be expected, and the the four men, with half frightened, incredulous looks, and in silence, got in and were taken down. My friend stood looking at the neatly "Judas!" he said, and started to pick them up. "Will you look at that! My God, what a session...." I helped him and said to come in for a drink and tell me all about it, but I had an idea what I would hear. After a while, he calmed down, but he still seemed dazed. "I'll have to go down for more soda," I said. top of the cold-meat display, the bottom gave and they fell onto the I was getting used to miracles. We left the proprietor with his mouth The sight of this threw another driver into a skid, and when he and 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. brightened up considerably. "I'll stay for one more drink and then I'm due at the office," he said. and nodded toward the pandemonium. was too reminiscent of Gilbert and Sullivan, and stopped at the letter "Alec, you're a reasonable guy, so I don't think you'll take offense at "No. During the week." "Hm. You're the center, all right. But why?" 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 kitchen and I'm not allowed to cook. Only eggs and coffee." 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 Near us, two pedestrians were doing a curious little two-step as they tried to pass one another as soon as one of them moved aside to let embarrassed grins on their faces, but before long their grins were "All right, smart guy!" they shouted in unison, and barged ahead, only to collide. They backed off and threw simultaneous punches Mr. Graham?" he asked. "I don't know what's going on around here, but ever since I came on this afternoon, things are going crazy. Bartley!" he shouted—he could succeed as a hog-caller. "Bring those dames over here!" fenders. Bartley, a fine young patrolman, seemed self-conscious the ladies seemed not to be. caught in the tangle, pulled at it in a tentative way, at which the other two glared at her. She turned her head away and tried to let go, "Oh, Alec!" she said, and managed to detach herself. "Are you all "Of course I'm all right. But why...." "Trouble does seem to follow you, Mr. Graham," was all he said. impertinent look. date? I mean apart from the off chance I got them that way." Molly was through telephoning and suggested going out for dinner. I was so pleased to see her that I'd forgotten all about being hungry. "I'm in no mood to cook," she said. "Let's get away from all this." In the lobby, we ran into Nat, looking smug in a journalistic way. you all about it." 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 and when he caught sight of us, he said something that made the lieutenant look at us with interest. Particularly at me. Molly thanked him and there was a short pause, during which I felt said nothing. I quickly kicked the insulting cigarettes into the gutter. When we got to the restaurant, it was crowded but cool—although it didn't stay cool for long. We sat down at a side table near the door and ordered Tom Collinses as we looked at the menu. Sitting at the next table were a fat lady, wearing a very long, brilliant green evening gown, and a dried-up sour-looking man in a tux. When the waiter returned, they preempted him and began ordering dinner fussily: cold cuts for the man, and vichyssoise, lobster salad and strawberry parfait for the fat lady. I tasted my drink. It was most peculiar salt seemed to have been used instead of sugar. I mentioned this and my companions tried theirs, and made faces. The waiter was concerned and apologetic, and took the drinks back to the bar across the room. The bartender looked over at us and tasted one of the drinks. Then he dumped them in his sink with a puzzled expression and made a new batch. After shaking this up, he set out a That is to say he tilted the shaker over the first one, but nothing pick, his face pink with exasperation. a crystal, I thought to myself. The other bartender gave him a fresh shaker, but the same thing happened, and I saw no more because the customers sitting at the bar 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 grown larger. It was, and I had the feeling the place was quieter—a background noise had stopped. It dawned on me that I no longer heard the faint hum of "Hey! What's the idea?" snarled the sour-looking man. The fat lady surged from the banquette and slapped me meatily. The man 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>:
Who seemed to get the least annoyed at the restaurant?

<options>:
A the man who ordered cold cuts
B the lady in the evening gown
C the waiter
D the bartender

<answer>:

C