 Maybe it's not Buddhists at the bakery or Athenians at the Arapagus, but maybe it's a Baltimorean boyfriend at a baseball game or a Kitchenerite classmate in a kitchen or a wacky Winnipegger in a blue bomber wig at a Walmart or at the zoo in front of the polar bears. Okay, the places we meet people will not always rhyme because that would drastically curtail the number of persons out there that need to be reached.