During the summer months, after work, I either take my kayak out on the river, or cycle for an hour along the local bike paths.
When I’m cycling I always stop at the same park bench for a rest at the half-way mark, exactly 10 kilometers from my home.
A couple of weeks ago a gentleman sat down on the bench next to mine and starting talking to me. He seemed to have an axe to grind about the number of Muslims living in Montreal.
To support his opinion, he told me a story about how he had seen a couple of Muslims sitting at one of the park’s few picnic tables that are specially designed and designated for people in wheelchairs. But when a man in a wheelchair approached the table, the two Muslims waved him away and carried on with their conversation.