Ahh, the hobby shop
You walk in the front door, and a little bell dings as the screen door hits it, the owner and his wife stop building their models and say "hi Rex" to you. When they ask if you have any certain thing in mind today, you just say "no, I will look around some", and they go back to their models, answering any comments you blurt out across the store.
You flip through the plastic page binder full of US and UK made decal sheets, noting any of the 2 dozen new sheets for this month. You go around that counter, and peer into the tools on the top shelf of that case, putting some knives and brushes up onto your small pile of items to purchase today. Next to that counter is a carousel standing on the floor, full of models in baggies from far away England, you spin it around and there is the Blue Plastic Spitfire,,,,,,you finally give in and add it to the pile.
you pick out 4 bottles of Pactra paint at 19cents each (the bottles with the "hand grenade" pattern on them), and 6 bottles of Testors,,,,,,,,,,and decide that you need one more of the Humbrol boxes of RAF colors, to do that Spitfire
The owner tells you that there are 4 new Profiles, and the lastest Airfix Magazine,,,,,,this one has detail pics of the F-4 Phantom, with drawings to correct the kit parts for the pylons
When you are done, you quietly stand and watch the owner's build for a while, when they get to an easy to stop place, you go and check out
You take the items out to your 3 Speed, with the "dweeb basket" on the front (installed when you made the bike, just for the purpose of carrying your model stuff home)
It sure was cool to be a model dweeb at 14 years old in 1971 in Southern California
Rex (we were dweebs because Geek and Nerd hadn't been invented yet, lol)