My actual local skate shop is amazing, and I love it. About an hour's drive away -- where I was living for a year due to work -- there is a combination skate shop and vespa repair place called Bethesda Boards. They sold anything "X-treme" they could get their hands on to sell. They had an indoor ramp, and it was the only indoor place, asides from parking garages, to skate in the area. It was well below freezing everyday for a month when I was living down there, so I ventured in to skate their ramp a few times.
The owners of the kooky shop kind of reminded me of Kenny Power's bartending friend who sold him drugs in season one of East Bound and down -- big hippies who get fucked up all day. I was skating the ramp one day, and one of the owners was there drinking beers. He asked me if I partied, and I said yes because I thought he was offering me a beer or two. Well, this motherfucker pulled out a can of gas and took a big huff off of it. Then he offered me the can. I just made some lame excuse and left.
Lot's of sketchy stories about that place from other people I know.