It was a cloudless night, but the air was still moist with the day's showers. Conversations were light and comical, crossing into the threshold of tear-jerking hilarious at times. Topics ran through their natural progression from gossip, social commentary and inevitably to sex. Every now and then though the odd celebrity faux pas personally witnessed thrown in at pertinent discussions. On one such insertion of celebrity association, someone tossed the lit match to what can only be described as a leaky petrol station.
Surmised conversation as follows:
"So my cousin is meeting George Bush next week."
"Really?!? ... interesting. How's that happening?"
"The something or the other institute is honouring her father and the president always attends to present the thingy and so on."
"Oh, ok, so a sort of meeting by default then."
"Yeah, I guess, but she does get to meet him personally as part of the event though."
"Well that counts if she talks to him then."
"Funny you should say that, because I asked her, 'What are you going to say?' because she isn't really a big fan of his."
"What did she say?"
"She's thinking about it. But I mean, if you were going to meet someone who both indirectly and directly affected your life through their actions, wouldn't you want to say something? Even in that maybe 30 second chance you get to meet them?"
And thus the flames were ignited.
So here's the scenario: You're at an event to honour a family member with international recognition, about to meet one of the world's most influential human beings. You're not ignorant, and you've already rationalised the consequences of dumb actions.
What would you say and/or do?
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