Might as well try

Most of the shops around are closed by around 8 p.m. I wanted to buy some bread one evening but didn’t want to hike to the supermarket four or five blocks away. I figured I could find something near my house so I set off on a small journey.
I kind of poked my head into the open door of a pharmacy, glancing around just in case. The pharmacist gave me a curious look. I like having the chance to explain myself when I do something I know looks odd. We’d made eye contact so I decided to just step in and get absolute confirmation on my suspicions. I didn’t see bread when I glanced, but I also couldn’t see the whole store.
The pharmacist stood as I entered and shook his head, holding his hands palms up, a bit out from his chest, in a “how-can-I-help-you” way.
“Hubus?” I said. He face bunched in a quizzical stare.
“Hbus?” I said, worried I’d mispronounced it.
“Bread? You want bread? This is a pharmacy,” he said in English.
I shrugged. “It was worth a shot,” I said more to myself as I walked out.