Boozed Up

When I first moved in to the house where me and Mrs Zombi call home the shop over the road was owned by a cool Indian family and it had the local Post office in it, then one day those lovely Royal Mail people decided to close the post office part of the shop down… boo royal mail, boo!
After that the shop was still run by the same family but it became a Bargain Booze instead of an indie, which wasn’t a problem as overnight the prices on essentials (bread, milk, sugar and chainsaws) came down a little and all was well with the world apart from the atm now charged you.
Then a few months ago the wheels fell off a touch, the Mother and Father who pretty much ran the shop retired to have an extended trip back to India so the shop was sold, and overnight it stopped being Bargain Booze and became Boozed Up (a dreadful name)
Now the bloke who owns it seems to make up the prices as he goes along thus leaving my local shop almost unshoppable in, call me weird (please do, i root the bad guy all the time for crying out loud) but I dont like having to ask the price of something and then not being convinced that the price you are given was plucked out of thin air.
It’s difficult to shop local if that means being poorer because of it…