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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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My dad was a financial investment advisor. When I was little and he would come home at night, my mom would always ask him how the stock market was that day. And he would always answer that it went up or down. Until I was about 10, i pictured a huge stadium with socks on pegs filling every wall and a ceiling that rose and fell.
In my parents' wedding album, they have a picture of them edited so it looks like they're in a wine glass. When I was four, my dad convinced me that they shrunk small enough to fit in the glass! From this, I determined that wedding photographers had special powers.
When I was young I used to think that a urologist was "your ologist". This created conversations such as "He's a urologist" "My ologist?" "No, a urologist" "I know, my ologist". This would go on for at least five minutes.
Used to believe i was going to grow up to be Prime Minister (Thatcher generation!) and make sure that Mars Bars would always cost ten pee. Never even liked Mars Bars.
Nobody would tell me what a prostitute was, but it sounded like a kind of lawyer.
You may fill in your own joke.
I used to watch my mother sew. I didn't know about the foot pedal that made the needle move, and she told me it was magic. When I didn't believe her at first, she would wave her fingers at it and say, "Go!" and it would. I had no alternative but to believe her.
when I was little, i thought people that worked in stores that were open 24 hours a day never got to go home and had to work forever.
When i was 4 i used to belive my dad was nocternal because he used to do a night shift!
I used to believe that telephone operators worked in toll booths. They connected calls when they weren't taking toll money from drivers.
I used to believe that what my dad did at work was what every other dad did at work: turned a handle on a machine and then money came out.
I used to think that when my mom talked about her salary, she really said celery. Whenever she got paid, I asked her if she was going to share her salad.
I always believed that a radio station was the best place to work.... afterall, all those musical stars there all day, everyday, just stopping by to sing one of their songs! What job could be greater?!
When I was about 5 my mother had an evening job packing biscuits at Peek Freans factory in South London. She told me one day that the supervisor used to come round regularly to tell the workers to whistle to make sure they weren't eating any of this biscuits. I believed her and told people the story for the next 20 years or so. Then she told me she'd been joking.
Every morning before my dad would leave for work he would tell me that he was off to make some money. I really thought that he spents his days at a machine creating pennies, nickels, dimes, and quarters.
I always believed that garbage men only worked on Mondays because that was the day they came to my house. I couldn't figure out what they did the rest of the week.
When i was young i used to believe that a person had a job where they but blue food coloring into the ocean to make it blue. Since the water that came out of the sink was always clear i thought they were trying to make the ocean more interesting so more people would come.
When I was little my dad had a funny sign in his workshop that said "Warning: BARE AREA cover your eyes". I thought it really meant BEARS were in the area and I was terrified to death to go in his workshop for fear the bears would eat me.
When i was about 6 or 7 and right up until i was about 13 i believed that football players had to be born in that place to play for that team. So if you played for Liverpool it was because you were born there.
When I was very young (about 4 or 5) my Dad used to go to work and I would stay home with my mom since she didn't work. He would leave everyday and I would ask "where is Daddy going?", my mom would tell me "he is going to make some money"... I think until I was like 12 I used to really think he was "making money", I would picture him standing at a huge assembly line type of machine producing brand new pennies. I had no concept of work, I really thought that all the money we had was determined by how much he was able to "make" when he went out everyday.
When I was little, I owned a Cinderella book in which Cinderella was referred to as a "maid." I asked my mom about that, and she said that "maid" was a shortened way to say "maiden." So, the next time we went on vacation, I referred to the woman who cleaned the hotel room as a maiden.
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