When I worked and lived in Chicago, and still smoked, I would often stop off at specific convenience store for a couple packs of smokes, and a bottle of import beer.
It was like running a reception line of teenagers to get into the place what with all of them offering money if I'd go in and buy a carton of smokes and a couple of cases of beer for them. Nope.
Stu, my husband, had a real embarassing time with that. About 5 blocks from our house was a liquor store specializing in European beer. Stu used to trundle down there occasionally to pick up a few German or Belgian beers, in his scooter.
One evening, as he was locking up the scooter, and unfolding his walker, a boy of about 10 years came over to him and offered Stu "oral services" out behind the store, if Stu would buy him a 1.75 liter bottle of vodka!
Stu nearly fell over. Of course he said no, but he said he couldn't get the youngster's face out of his mind, and the idea of a boy that young prostituting himself for liquor...Well, Stu gave him 20 dollars and a card for a youth shelter a few blocks away.