Quote: fasty @ 5th May 2022, 3:46 AM
Queueing at the tobacco kiosk, card in hand, and having to wait for the idiots buying their scratch cards then having to dig in their handbag for their purse. And when you finally reach the front and they slide the door open and "Sorry, we're out of those"
In the 60s, there used to be a really nice old boy, who had a tobacconist in the town centre, called The Smoker's Cabinet. It only had a shop front of about 10 feet, and inside it was about 20 feet deep and 12 foot to the ceiling, with a small counter just inside the door.
He specialised in smoking and kept just about every brand you could think of in British and American cigarettes, cigars and tobacco etc. etc. that towered above you to the ceiling, and when you entered the shop, it was Wooosh! a Tsunami of tobacco fragrances