Now that was a huge change . Then I walked around the corner into a brightly lit room with comfy fold - down , theater - style seats . Two flat - screen televisions were showing Good Morning Arizona while I completed the form given to me at the front desk . At 8:00 on the dot , the televisions switched from the news program to a video explaining the jury process .

A: Where is the narrator headed to next when the form is handed in ?

Constantly . And she and her boyfriend could never keep their clothes on . Every fucking time I would go into the room , they 'd be going at it like fat perverted rabbits . It looked like a bad fetish porn film , and made me briefly consider a career as a nun . Well , rather than start a fight with the tubby little gutter bitch , I discreetly tried to move my stuff to the room of a girl who had been a good acquaintance of mine from semester # 1 .

A: What may be a plausible fact about me ?

Then she nodded and bowed her head to the sewing in her hands . Frowning , he watched the top of her head as she completed neat tiny stitches in the fabric . What did it matter if he disliked her people ? It was n't him she was going to marry .

A: What can you infer about her ?

I could work in my studio without anyone complaining that I had n't taken care of an errand or stopped by the store for milk . If there was rumbling to that effect , I 'd just shrug my shoulders and say , " I ' m sorry , but I did n't have the car today . " And , on the whole , I ' m happy with my no - car - half - the - day situation .

A:
Why is the narrator working in the studio so diligently ?