Connected

This morning I went out across the street
To buy a newspaper, and at the store
I met a woman who was pretty sore
That homemade products took a clear back seat
On store shelves, and to her that spelled defeat
For all Canadian consumers. More,
She worried all this had happened before,
Elsewhere, and would continue to repeat.

Why did we have this conversation now?
I have no notion. We had never met,
And as I write I don't know her name yet,
But she believed we had connected. How?
What did I say, or not say? I'll allow
I listened, but to what words? I forget.