It was a small leaflet on my door that got me in at the vulnerable age of 14.
I used to go to different laundromats on my route between work and home to do my magazine purge.
On one occasion the owner confronted me and said that he wanted me to leave the magazines so that the customers would have some reading material. Of course, he had no clue as to what that implied and, being an introvert, I did not tell him why I was doing it.