I know Amsterdam , I replied gloomily . With a thank you and a goodbye , I left the excellent Flying Pig experience behind and let the crazed Amsterdam crowd suck me in and push me along . I was very nearly run over by a tram , which did n't help my already less than favourable feelings towards the city , especially as the driver watched me pausing and checking him out to gauge whether he was stopped for a while or ready to go , and then launched forward with an evil grin as soon as I was in his path , getting my bag 's wheels stuck in the track as I tried to leap out of his way . I grumpily lit a cigarette outside the train station , and was immediately and predictably accosted by a homeless guy .

Question: Why did the guy approach the narrator outside at the train station .
Answer: None of the above choices .To tell the narrator   the train station is smoke - free .To tell the narrator the second hand smoke was bothering him .The guy approached the narrator to ask for spare change .