“May I take these?” the man asked.
He had no idea what he was going to do with bug spray and rat poison. The rat poison might have been useful for analyzing existing products on the market when he started working at the head office, but surely someone there had already done that. As for bug spray, there was always a use for that. His apartment was probably crawling with insects from all the uncollected trash piled up outside.
The pharmacist eyed him suspiciously and said, “That stuff won’t help your cold. You know that, right? As long as you know that, you can have it.” She placed the bug spray and rat poison in a black plastic bag.
“Well,” she added. “You said you’re not a thief. Does that mean you’re going to pay me?”
Flustered, he fumbled in his pockets for cash but came up empty-handed.