Dubai Smoke Shop

When I think of a «smoke shop» I think of chill, laid-​back, salt-​of-​the-​earth, hippy types. What I encountered was a blow-​hard, cranky, know-​it-​all type.
I roll in, asking for a specific kind of raw paper. As I begin to explain, the guy interrupts me:
«Yeah, yeah– Raws. Right here.» he points to the Raw section. «We have all Raws.»
I look to where he had pointed, and where I had already looked– being as it was obviously the Raw section, AND it was ample, albeit lacking in what I was searching for.
«No, no.» I try to explain once again as he grabs a different Raw and hands it to me.
«You mean this.» He says, not asks.
«No, I mean this:» I finally get to explain in detail what it is that I’m looking for– a RAW Roll.
«They don’t make that.» He proclaims, adamantly.
I laugh– «That’s funny, because I just ran out. So I guess you don’t have ALL Raws, huh?»
Too much competition in this city, and even around the corner, to put up with assholery. They also sell snacks and drinks, like a bodega. But again, there’s a zillion all around, and I’d choose any other before I go back here.
I give 2 stars, because perhaps he’s the only employee that’s actually a douche…