My face turned pale. You mean, like word jumbles, I asked.
Yes, he said. He pointed to a sign and asked me what I saw.
STOP I said.
He said, I see POTS. Sometimes, POST, or OPTS or TOPS. +
Nobody will believe me, he said. I saw you solving a crossword, and thought you would understand.
Read that, I said, pointing at MEDICAL STORES.
DECIMAL TOSSER, he said. +
INDICATORY, he said.
I gasped.
He pointed to a garbage man and said bag manager. He saw a poster of Britney Spears and said Presbyterians. +
The detectives detect thieves, he said.
I know, I said. And then I got it. Damn!
Sycophant acts phony, he said.
Stop, I begged. +
Meanwhile it started pouring. Heavy rain, I said.
Hire a navy, he said, absent mindedly.
What's your name, young man, I asked, a trifle peevishly.
Salman, he said. Salman Grover. +
Yes, he said, excited for the first time. +
I scribbled Salman A Grover on a paper and showed it to him.
Anagram Solver, he said, instantly. And his face brightened. +
Thank you, he said, flushed with excitement. Thank you, Mr.... ?
Raman, I said. A.G.Raman.