The crazy thing about this is that he knows me like the back of his hand . We had just met and its like he read a book on me . When he would talk he would say the same thing I would think . It 's like he 's in my mind reading my endless thoughts . Memorizing my questions and feelings over certain subjects . Was he a mind reader?Was this love?Then one of the strangest thing happened yesterday , he came up to me and asked me about the picture I took yesterday .

A: Why is the narrator enchanted with the man she just met ?

What do you call that ? I had a good mind to go back to the house and smack that arrogant idiot senseless , but I did the opposite . I marched in the direction of the hospital , muttering under my breath , my speech becoming colorful with a crescendo of curses . " Bum ! " I growled , clenching my fist .

A: How is the narrator most likely feeling during the passage ?

Mom Mom is 63 years old and her health is n't exactly wonderful . She 's really in no condition to watch a two year old . Anyway ! When I first met this little girl , she was no older than six months or so . Mom Mom always talked a bunch of shit about Crystal and I never liked the woman , anyway , because she was always hitting on Glen .

A: What may off been the reason Crystal reacted like that ?

Today was a very fluctuating day . First and foremost I would like to say that I completely my first day at work on my route all by myself and it went pretty well . That however was not the first event in a very eventful day .

A:
What type of job may the narrator have ?