I love hobby stores. The parts and pieces, engines for planes, kits, balsa, glue. I love making things and the hobby store is the mecca for all things crafted.
I even had a hobby store in my dreams. I would go and visit it, browse through the airplane engines trying to decide if I wanted to start with a small cheap one (e.g. a .049) or get a bigger, expensive one.
I would look at the airplane kits and think about making each one. Browsing to decide which one I liked best.
The nice, older people that ran the store were always very helpful.
As I grew older, my brain added a bizarre twist to the old shop. In the back corner there was a stairway to a restricted basement area.
Going down there I would discover a variety of pornography, mostly magazines I think, but also videos. It was a bit sparse, a smallish room, but very exciting. And the cool thing was, it was attached to the hobby store!
Later on I added these salcious details to other locations in my dream worlds. There is the beautiful, twisting, open-plan shopping mall with its tile floors, rich wood, multi-layer construction. The food court, the giant toy store, the department stores... and the book store. The book store of my dreams!
Of course, it also stocked naughty comics.
And scattered here and there, corner stores with the magazines behind the counter, except in MY dreams, they are on a revolving rack near the checkout.
I started life with a dirty mind and, not surprisingly, it hasn't gotten much cleaner with age.