One day...

...I summed up the courage to go and speak to the guy.
I composed myself, approached steadily and calmly, and said 'Excuse me,sir!'.

There was no answer, and in fact not the slightest indication the man had even heard me.
I spoke up again, this time louder- still no reaction.

So, I decided to wait.
And I waited, and waited, and...............I'm sure you get the idea.

Eventually, it was starting to get dark and a little cold.
I had just decided to leave, when the man said in a gruff voice,
'What are you waiting for, a bus?!'.

I was surprised and slightly unbalanced by the question (something I would experience over and over again with Mr.Ambiguo).
A bus?!
In the middle of a public park...?!

'No'
I nervously offered,
'I was waiting for you.'

'How do you know?'
he asked, with an odd grin.

'How do I know what?'
I answered, bewildered.

'Exactly!' he yelled enthusiastically, almost making me jump out of my sports shoes.

'Look over there, kid!'
he said, pointing off behind me.


Of course, it was the oldest trick in the book.
I looked, and then when I turned back round to where he had been,
he had gone.


I got the strange feeling however, that my wait hadn't been wasted.
I still can't explain exactly why, but I spent the next couple of years just kinda following John around,
buying him food and drink in unspoken exchange for his.........calling them 'teachings' might seem odd,
but I don't know exactly what else to call them!