A friend of our family owned a small grocery store in our neighborhood. Do you remember the little cardboard barrels of salted peanuts that would randomly have coins in them?
Well, this guy would weigh the little barrels one by one and keep the heavier ones with coins for himself and sell the rest. What an a-hole.
Don’t recall those. Mean old skinflint that guy.
Five and dimes had the nuts in lift up lid glass bins with lights that kept the nuts warm. Once, so young my head didn’t clear the counter top, I sneaked a handful into my mouth when I thought no one was looking. BAM! Mom smacked the back of my head, dragged me over to the clerk and made me apologize for being a thief as well as shaming her. Lesson learned and never forgotten.