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Only until recently (aged 48) did my friend think that cafe au lait was actually cafe ole, as in what a bull fighter might say!
When i was little i didn't understand the phrase 'one for the road' i thought it was some good luck ritual to pour a drink on the road before u drove.
Not understanding the difference between "pitcher" and "picture" I was told that a "pitcher" of water was called that because there was a hidden "picture" inside....i believed this for years and would always frustrate myself never being able to find any hidden pictures through the glass of water..haha
When I was about 6, my mom told me that if I drank too much water, I will have frogs in my stomach.And every time my stomach was making weird noises(for example-when I was hungry) I was convinced that the frogs were making those noises.
When I was a kid my older brother told me that the pulp in pulpy orange juice was chicken. I still cannot drink orange juice with pulp.
When I was really little...maybe like 3 or 4, I used to believe that cups of juice magically refilled themselves, because I would finish mine and leave it on the table and then, while I was gone, my mom would refill it...so when I came back it was like magic! :-)
I used to believe when the say "don't drink & drive" you couldn't drink anything while driving..so I seen my mom drinking a soda and I said "you're going to go to jail" and she told me what "don't drink & drive" really means lol
if you drink water from unsafe places, frogs will grow in your stomach...
I use to think that coke and pepsi were the same and that the company just got tired of just having just one colorful can...
I used to manage restaurants. One of my hostesses, still in high school, was just back from spring break in Mexico and was singing the praises of Tequila. Being young she was kind of one of the junior animal activists. You know the type…sort of the conscious of convenience. Not the brightest bulb on Broadway either.
For about a day I had her convinced that Agave was Spanish for seal. She believed, if only for a day, that Tequila was made from baby seals.
She cried and I felt kind of bad.
I used to think that Coke and Sprite were competitors. And that by drinking Sprite I was sticking it to Coke and being cool.
While out at a restraunt as a kid... every time my grandfather would finish his glass of iced tea, he would tell the waitress that "it seemed his glass had a hole in the bottom of it" and they would always chuckle and the waitress would re-fill it. I always tried and tried to spot the hole or to find out where all the ice tea went to when it came out of the glass... but I never did... until one day when I finally got it.
When I was little, I thought that ladies were supposed to drink wine and men were supposed to drink beer. I also knew that alcohol was bad for you, so one night I assured my mom that when I grew up, I would drink "only" one bottle of wine each day (I figured that one bottle was one serving, since one can of beer is one serving of beer). My mom was so horrified that she made me promise never to drink it at all.
Years later, she supervised my first drinking experience. I suspect she was comforted when I came to the conclusion that alcohol tastes utterly vile anyway.
When I was little my sister told me that if you drank milk and soda together you'd explode. I never drank both on the same day.
I always thought that carbonated beverages like Pepsi, Coke, Sprite and suchlike were called fountain drinks because they often "fountained" when you opened the can or bottle. It wasn't until I was 20 and had to maintain a drink fountain as part of my job that I realized the machine that dispensed the drinks was called a fountain. That's where the name comes from, but I still like my idea better.
I didn't know what stupid meant. When I heard the word stupid, I would picture a soda can. When I wanted soda I would say "Can I have soda in a stupid please?" (Can I have soda in a can is what I meant) Don't ask!!!
I believed my mother and my grandmother would spit in my drink, to help me grow and be like them. I am strange, I know. After i poured my drink in the cup I would always keep an eye on it.
My step-dad used to tell my little sister, that the coke machines were ran by monkeys and when you put your money in the monkeys would throw the coke down. And the money helped to pay for peanuts for the monkeys.
I used to believe that when grow ups would shake their drink from side to side (when it had ice), they were heckling how much ice was in it and they somehow knew without looking how much there was.
When you open a fresh can of soda the carbonation rises out in a steam-like gas. I asked my mom what it was and she must have said it was the carbonation, but I went on for the rest of my life thinking the caffine was coming out of it. (this was cleared up last week.)
My mom and dad didn't want me to drink caffine pop so I would try to suck it out (with my mouth) when it rose up so there wouldn't be any left in the can and, therefore, I wouldn't be drinking it.
I just ignored the "caffine" that rose out of the caffine-free popcans, as that defied my theory.