File under: things that would not fly today

Posted by theladyroy@reddit | Xennials | View on Reddit | 15 comments

Just yesterday, I remembered that I used to get my comics from a tobacco shop. It had a rack of comics in the back, and you had to walk through all the smoking paraphernalia and saucy magazines to get to said comics. Can you imagine a such a shop allowing a 12-year-old to just ramble in today? I don’t know that I would be okay with my niece doing it, but my buddy and I just dropped our bikes on the pavement outside and rambled in, saluted the owner, picked up our nerd pages and caffeine and walked out. Maybe my Dad (who had an art studio down the road) knew the owner, but it was still odd to think about.