I was at a coffee shop with my friend George. I was trying to convince him that hundreds of people in Lebanon would be interested in buying my ‘valuable’ Communist Collection.
I really wanted to prove my point, so I raised my hand and called the waiter who seemed to be bored. It was late in the afternoon, and there was no one else around for him to serve. George and I were the only customers.
When he came to our table, I told him I wanted his opinion on something, and then I showed him Lenin’s picture and some of the communist medals I had bought when I was in Armenia. I expected that he would be impressed.
“Do you know who this is?” I asked the waiter.
He looked at the picture, examined it, and then said, “No, who is that?”
I said it’s Lenin.
He asked, “John Lenin?”