I work for a teeny tiny mom-and-pop pharmacy. I was closing up late at night and about to lock the door when I hear “WAAAAAAAAAAAIT” and turn just in time to move out of the way for a lady to push into the shop, grab a box of condoms off the shelf, then shove a $20 bill at me (for a $8) product, and then run off back into the apartment complex across the street behind us. I don’t know who you are, but get it, girl.