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- Firemen start fires.
- Getting fired means being set on fire.
- You can be literally anything you want - animal, vegetable or mineral
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when my mother and father used to take me to their office building, i would spend a lot of time staring out of the windows. i thought that inside of the other office buildings were huge indoor amusement parks that i would b able to visit if i behaved myself
I thought being a hippie was a job or a career of some sort in which you had to have long hair and wear interesting clothes and talk about peace and flowers. This sounded absolutely wonderful to me. So when I was around the age of four or five, if grownups asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up (which of course they would constantly) I would say, proudly and with glee, "I'm going to be a HIPPIE!" Naturally, adults always reacted with enormous amounts of consternation, which I could not fathom--what could be wrong with pretty hair, peace and flowers? My parents told me never to say that again. In spite of their worrying--perhaps also because of it-- I grew up to be pretty much EXACTLY what I had planned. I have no regrets.
I used to think that the place my Dad went every day was actually called "Work". I also thought that the Government would print money which was then delivered to work in big trucks and they kept it in a room at the back somewhere, and at the end of every week the boss (who was a fat bald man in a suit) would call my dad into his office and hand him some of the money.
In kindergarden I had nanny who always drove me to school and babysat me at her house. I knew her husband "Jim Daddy -o-" as I always called him. Jim worked during the night and slept a lot during the day, so when my teacher in 1st grade asked if we knew about any nocternal animals I shouted out to a confused teacher " JIM DADDY -O-
My little brother, when we read about the guy who played the purple TeleTubby gettting fired. He asked what that meant and my dad said "It's when you get sacked". SO he proceeded to reply "So they put him in a bag and shot him?"
My daughter used to think that when you get "Fired" (from your job), it meant that your boss would come to your house at night and set your house on fire!
Once when I was at a resturant with my family my Aunt was talking about how a friend of hers had been fired at work that day. Earlier I had watched a scene from the Jetsons where George Jetson got fired by his boss and was thrown through a hole in the wall down a metal shoot and into a dumpster. I really thought that was what happened to you when you got fired.
When I was little, one of my older cousins was in the military. He seemed to be going all around the world. I thought that all military personnel were allowed free flights anywhere they wanted once they finished their basic training, which consisted of being yelled at for not scrubbing the bathroom floor with a toothbrush.
I don't know why, but I used to believe that matches got sulphur on one end because people sat at a table, dipping each match in it. I pictured it as a factory of some sort, and I felt sorry for the people having that as a job, because it must have been very boring.
When I was young, I used to think that tollbooth collectors actually kept the money. I used to tell people that I wanted to be a tollbooth collector when I grew up!
My dad is a UPS guy and he leaves in the morning to go to workand when he comes home he bring milk or ice cream. So one day my mom decided to ask my little brother who was about four what dad does when he goes to work. Mom said,"Do you know what daddy does when he goes to work?" He said," He gets milk and ice cream!" That still makes me laugh!
Once i asked my dad how people knew what food was edible and what wasnt. He said there are people who check if its edible. So for many years I believed there sat people out in fields eating whatever is grown to see if it was poisonous or not.
When I was a child, i was told I could be anything I wanted to be when i grew up. So naturally, i wanted to be the guy who got to ride on the back of a garbage truck. They had all the fun.
I used to believe I could become a cloud-maker.
When my brother and I were young, our mother worked for Boeing and made ducts for planes. We always thought that she worked at bowling and made ducks. We would get angry because she wouldn't take us to see.
I used to beleive that when people got sacked from work the boss would put them in a sack and throw them into the rubbish and then they would eventually die frm rubbish fumes and get eaten by rats
i was distraught when my brother told me tinkie winkie from teletubbies got sacked
but now i know he was safe =]
My dad worked in a remote area in Alaska, and every two weeks had to go there on a plane. When we dropped him off at the airport, my sister always thought he worked at the airport, no matter how many times I told her she was wrong.
I used to think that the Army and the War were two different things you could join. My dad was in the army before I was born and I used to wonder why he chose to join the Army and not the War =o)
I was very amazed by the concept of ”work” when I was little: I just couldn’t figure out why people got paid at all (wasn’t money something you got from you parents?).
The only explanation I came up with was that you had to pay someone if they were to give you a job, and that a good job had to be more expensive than a bad one...
When my little brother was younger he had large tonsils which caused him to choke a couple of times. Everytime he would choke we would call 911 and the paramedics and firemen would show up. Two times that this happened he choked on hot dogs. So everytime he saw a fire engine or an ambulance with their lights on he would scream out Hey somebody must have choked on a weeny. I'm glad he finally got over that one and figured out what they were really for but it took him a few years. It was hilarious.
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