Get some food and get out of here, this place is weird

You hurry over to a cart covered in fresh, albeit odd, fruits and vegetables. They're all bigger than normal, and with odd shapes.

"Are these safe to eat?" you ask the tall, toned shirtless man at the cart.

"They should be," he responded, sounding almost rehearsed. He must get these questions a lot. "There's no way to test every individual bit of produce, but in general they're healthy. And irradiated fruit keeps much longer than "

"Great," you respond, grabbing a number of apples, potatoes, and other small but healthy foods, when the man behind the cart clears his throat. "Yeah?"

"How you gonna pay for that?" he responds. "I take trades, but not for other foods."

"Oh, shit," you respond. "I didn't think." You move to put the foods back, but he slaps your hand.

"What the fuck kinda gross, low-rate farmer do I look like? Your gross wasteland hands have been all over those. You touch it, you buy it."

"But I don't have anything to trade!" you respond.

"Then get under the cart," he responds.

This day just gets worse and worse! Is EVERYONE out here a perv?