Overheard near the big jug-o-pickles aisle:
Two lovely, tall ebony-skinned women were working food demos across the end caps of an aisle and talking back in forth in a beautiful trilling melange of French and Kikongo.
A matronly Belle Meader walks up wearing her post-church finery.
“Excuse me, but what language are y’all talking in?”
“Oh, are you from Canada?”
“No, we’re from Congo.”
“Is that near Canada?”
“No, Congo. In Africa.”
“Like that movie with the talking monkeys? How precious!”