question: Around 15 miles in , I sort of hit a wall . Actually , it was n't a wall so much as it was a mountain that someone had managed to misplace in the middle of my bike route . A smarter man would have turned around at this point and traveled back the way he came .
Q: What may have the man decided to do next ?

answer: He continued on the same way he was headed .

question: Why then does the angry lady have to berate me on three separate occasions this morning ? If she had noticed the errors before , we would n't have had these problems . Naturally I apologized , explained that there was some miscommunication , and told her I was under the impression that the book had n't been sent to the printer yet . The angry lady did n't seem comforted by any of this and was annoyed that she had spent all weekend worrying about her book due to the email I sent her on Friday to keep her updated on the situation - I will certainly never do THAT again .
Q: Why did I sent her an email ?

answer: I wanted her to know what 's going on .

question: He asked both of us where we were from ... twice . lol I think he was on uppers or something ... So then , we go back in , and the jam was no longer poppin ' , ya know ? So , we hitch to leave . We go to the lobby towards our dazzlingly creepy little elevator , and the door starts to close .
Q: Why is the narrator being questioned by the man ?

answer:
He is flirting with them .