Same here, only it was a little-bit-o-everything store called The Artist's Flat. They had a hand-written chart on the front of the counter listing that week's Top 40. I went in there one day and bought like 12 new releases, and when I got back out to the car, my father actually made me take them all back into the store and get my money back! Told me I should SAVE my money instead, and someday I'd thank him. Like, had he NOT noticed how much I loved music?
It's no wonder I'm fucked up. You're supposed to cultivate your child's interests.
Well not only did that day never come, DAD, but I DID save my money, and bought a Silverburst Les Paul.