Being from a small town where everybody knew everybody, it sucked. The local video store(only one left in town when I was of legal age) had a door where the hinges were so dry, they creaked loudly when the door to the adult room was open. Everyone's eyes immediately turned to see who the perv coming out of the porno room was. Oh, and one time the loudmouthed woman behind the counter stated, "I'm glad you told me you already graduated the other day, or I'd ask for your I.D. for these movies" with a line of other people waiting to check out behind me.

When I was about 10, I went to get a movie from another store that was around at the time. I asked if I could use the restroom, and the guy told me wait a minute. He then proceeded to go into the adult room and grabbed a rope connected to a huge sheet of drywall used to block the boxes of the porn because the bathroom was behind that room. I went in and noticed a bunch of the porn boxes were on the floor next to the bathtub(the store used to be somebody's house). Didn't realize until years later why somebody would do that.