[elkfersupper]

Back in 1964, when I was 12-years-old, my father (a general contractor) used to send me down to the local hardware store on my Yamaha 80 to buy a case of dynamite and blasting caps whenever he got to the point that a hole he had to dig would not go any further.

They sold it to me, charged it to my father's construction company, I strapped it on the scooter and drove it across town.

I often have to contemplate why something like that is not even possible today and what would happen to all of the participants if it were.

Sad.

[ml/nj]

Big deal, dynamite! My father used to send me out to buy him cigarettes.

ML/NJ

[HiTech RedNeck]

Well, everyone who saw li’l Elky on the return trip knew to give him lots of room on the road! LOL

[bgill]

Back in my day, you would leave your rifle in your unlocked, windows rolled down vehicle in the school parking lot and all the principal would say is, “nice gun there.” You could have a knife in your boot and a can of snuff in your back pocket and suspension never crossed anyone’s mind. That was also in the days when a little old lady never worried about being strip searched and detained for bringing her knitting along for the flight.

[GingisK]

...case of dynamite and blasting caps...

It is a gross violation of safety rules to carry caps and explosives together.

[Rebelbase]

Kids today would say that would only happen in an alternate dimension.

[elvis-lives]

“my father (a general contractor) used to send me down to the local hardware store on my Yamaha 80 to buy a case of dynamite and blasting caps...”
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No offense, but I’m thinkin’ you might not have been dad’s favorite......