Save the Local Corner Shop

Near the university I attend there is an elderly Indian man who owns a paper shop. He is a miserable bastard. He snatches the money from your hands, yet looks like he is about to have a heart attack when he is giving you back your change. He doesn't say how much things cost either. He just thrusts out his hand in front of you to receive money. I enjoy patiently waiting while his hand hovers in front of me, until he tells me how much it all costs. If you don't ask he could just make up a price. Though I think that’s how his pricing scheme works anyway.

 Normally I’d boycott such a place, but it’s all about location. He doesn’t have to be friendly to customers as there is a constant stream of new students every year that don’t know him, so he can easily get away with it.