A co-worker and I had gone out to dinner last night, to a Middle Eastern restaurant. (Incidentally, the cuisine is growing on me.) The owner of the restaurant turned out to be an excellent conversationalist. One topic led to another, and we found out that his family was from Lebanon. My co-worker asked about to Hezbollah, and the man tried to convey his side of the story. Then, my co-worker let him know that his uncle, a professor at a university in Beirut had been held hostage by Hezbollah for close to a decade. The restaurateur offered his apologies, and the conversation tapered off.
It was then that I made a funny, but insensitive (but funny) comment to my co-worker:
“Small world, eh… your uncle was kidnapped by his uncle.”
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