"You're kidding me."

Adrian glanced up in confusion. "Why do you say that?" Sharona hefted the can in her hand. "You want to throw this out?"

"The label's torn."

"So what! Labels get torn Adrian, they're made of paper!" Adrian ignored her, digging deeper into the recesses of his fridge. Moments later, he passed her another container.

"What's wrong with this one?"

"I think the olives are bad."

Sharona shook the jar, examining the contents. "They're supposed to look that way!"

Another container of food was passed her way. "What's the deal with this one?"

"Rust."

"And this one?"

"Expired."

"How about this one?"

"It's got funny little black things floating in it."

Sharona opened the cover. "Ok, I agree, that one is pretty gross." Tossing the offensive package in the garbage, she placed the other, less offensive things in her bag. "You know, Adrian, since I've started working for you, I've barely had to spend any money on groceries." She paused for a beat. "Which is good considering you hardly ever pay me."

Adrian grunted something unintelligible from the confines of the refrigerator.

"What was that, I'm afraid I missed that."

Adrian pulled himself back out of the fridge. "I said could you pass me a couple of paper towels?" Sharona ripped a few sheets off the roll in her hands. She held out the sheets, then pulled it away just as Adrian's hands were about to close on it. "Do you have my check for the last two weeks?"

"Sharona, towels." Sharona grinned, dangling the paper just out of reach.

"Money."

"I'll pay you tomorrow."

"You'll pay me now, here's your wallet."

Adrian blew through his lips. "How about I give you this bag of apples, and I pay you tomorrow?"

There was a pause, then Sharona grabbed the bag. "You're sick, you know that."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are. Hey! These apples are bad!" She debated throwing one at him, but wasn't in the mood to help him clean his kitchen. Adrian gave her a funny look. "Of course they're bad, why do you think I'm throwing them out?"

"Look, the reason I agreed to help you is because I need to feed my kid." Adrian humphed, returning to the depths of the fridge. About this time, Benjy walked in.

"Hey Mom, hey Mr. Monk."

"Hey sweetie."

Benjy glanced in the bag next to his mother. "More health food? Hey, can't he buy any dented junk food?"

A sudden yell brought her attention back to her boss. "What, what is it!"

"A cockroach, it's in my fridge!"

Sharona stepped forward as Adrian backed quickly from the open door. She leaned in, the groaned. "Adrian, it's a prune!" Adrian was already washing his hands at this point. He stepped forward cautiously to inspect the dried fruit. "Ugghhh!"

"Well why did you buy it if you don't like them?"

"It was on sale."

"I give up. Come on Benjy, we're going home." Monk raised his hands. "Wait, I've only done the first shelf!"

Benjy glanced at his mom while they walked towards the door. "Why does he throw that out? Doesn't he know you just use it later to cook for him?"

"Benjy, shoosh!"

"I heard that!"

"Damn!"