I remember hitting White Hen with a note from my Mom picking up Virginia Slims for her to smoke. I think you'd get arrested these days having your kid pick them up for you.
My buddy's dad sent me down to the corner gas station on the Honda Z50 with a note to buy him a pack of smokes when I was 10 or so. I'll never forget walking out, sticking a pack of cigarettes in my pocket, and then kicking the mini-bike over and riding off into the sunset.