I went to the grocery store this morning to pick up a purple cauliflower. I had planned to have it delivered at first, but no one picked up the phone there.

Right when I walked in, the owner spread a deck of cards in front of my face.

"Pick one," he said.

"Why not two?" I replied.

He looked at me, pretending to look smart. "Where did you pick up the habit of answering a question with another question?"

"Right here," I answered. "Just yesterday I asked you if you had cauliflowers and you rasked me back, 'Regular or purple?'"

"But that's different! I just wanted you to pick out!"

My heartbeat started picking up as soon as I heard his lie. "Yeah, right. Are you picking on me, mister?"

"Come on, don’t get picky. Let's pick up where we left off. Pick one, or two, whatever"

"Okay," I said, and picked a handful of cards from his hands, but I pulled so hard that a few fell on the floor.

"Oh, mon dieu!" he exclaimed in French.

"Is that supposed to sound French?" I said with a malicious grin.

He didn't pick up what I had laid down, though, and just bragged, "Yeah, I picked up some French when I was in Canada."

"Was that the only thing you picked up there?"

"Yes, aside from a cold."

Neither of us picked up the cards scattered on the floor. I just rushed out of the store, arguing that I had an important call and that my phone couldn’t quite pick up a signal in there.