The Pharmacist

He was a pharmacist by profession but a perfectionist by nature. His name was Maurice. A man that was in his late 50's, balding with remnant arcs of hair over top of each ear. He wasn't tall nor short and not particularly good looking. Genetically his teeth, for some strange reason were a yellowish brown color and he possessed lethal bad breath. He had been a bachelor for his entire life and had only been on a total of three dates and all of these dates had been with escorts so they didn't really count. Like I said he was a perfectionist at work to the point where he had fired everyone in his pharmacy because they were not up to his standards. So there he worked all alone in the pharmacy which also had a post office and convenience store. He spent his days at the pharmacy running back and forth between the till up front and the pharmacy and post office in the back. Also during all of this he had to prevent teenagers from the local junior high from stealing. A couple times he acted tough with the teens and got a beating on both occasions. His store was repeatedly the target of break and enters and vandalism. To resolve this problem he picked up a dog from the pound. A dog that had been abused by its owners for dog fighting. They would starve the dog and put gunpowder in its food to ulcerated its stomach lining making the dog vicious and volatile. Maurice thought this dog that was half pitbull half dingo would be the answer to his security issues until one day it attacked him, locking on to his inner thigh nearly ripping off his testicles. He survived by throwing acid in the dog's eyes, but now Maurice walked with a limp like a man with a painful case of hemorrhoids. 

​There was one lady that he liked from a local cafe that was in the same building complex as his pharmacy store. He would go into the cafe and crack a few stupid jokes that she didn't get while he waited in line for his coffee. He would then laugh hysterically at his jokes by hissing through his teeth which caused him to spit when he laughed. The cafe lady, named Karen was repulsed by him in every aspect, from his teeth to his bad breath to his stupid jokes that made no sense. Worst of all he came in to see her to get a coffee 3 to 4 times a day. She was actually a fairly attractive lady who was in her late forties with big brown eyes, raven black hair, she was also was tall and slim. She had been working at cafes since she was 15 and had never attempted anything else in life. She had a boyfriend once when she was 18, but he cheated on her with bimbo freelancer who came along and turned over her pushcart. Karen had never dated since. She would create a profile on internet dating websites but never actually went out on a date with anyone from the site. 

Then one day after about a decade of serving Maurice coffee he asked her out and she responded by laughing in his face. She noticed that he laughed back at her and didn't seem to care which caused her to laugh even harder. Then day after day, sometimes three times a day he came into the cafe to ask her to come over for dinner and everytime she said no. It became a running joke but finally one day she said yes to him and he told her he was busy and laughed at her. 

He kept coming into the cafe but he stopped asking her out. This puzzled her because as soon as she said to him he said no and seemed to have lost interest in her. So one day she said to him, "So how about dinner tonight?"

He started to laugh, spitting through his teeth and agreed to allow her to come over to his apartment for dinner. 

After she made the decision to go over to his apartment she regretted the decision. She would have to wear a N95 covid mask just to survive his breath. And he was such a loser, so she cancelled the date with him, but he would not take no for an answer. What she really wanted was a ladies man, a total worthless playboy. She decided to call a male escort service and said that she wanted a hunk to come to her apartment to have a tilt in the sheets. The lady from the escort service said the hunk's name was Sven. 

Then just before 8pm she looked out the window and Maurice was coming down the street. She cursed herself when she saw the creep. He walked up the steps to her duplex and rapped on the door. She opened the door and said, "Maurice, I told you no!" 

"I'm not Maurice, I'm Sven from the agency. I picked up a part time job on the side."

He started to hiss spit through his teeth as he laughed.