BonesOfTheMoonLike a pediatrician rounding on cystic fibrosis children in the hospital and smoking at their bedside. That's what the early 1980s were like.
So the grocery store in my little town growing up was the last hold out. They had ash trays in their buggies until they legally couldn’t, then kept the buggies for years after.
What’s a buggy in this context, a cart?
Yep. I actually didn’t know there was another name for it until I was in my 20s.