13/07/2026
You didn't stop by the record store.
You disappeared into it.
You'd tell your parents you'd "be right back," then spend the next hour flipping through albums, reading the backs, checking out cover art, arguing with your friends about which one was worth buying, and discovering bands you'd never heard before.
Nobody was in a hurry.
The record store wasn't just where you bought music—it was where you found it.
Sometimes you'd leave with a new album.
Sometimes you'd leave empty-handed.
But you never left without discovering something.
That's why ten minutes somehow turned into an hour... every single time.