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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
In the musical Fiddler On The Roof, for years I thought a 'matchmaker' was a person in a town who made matches for a living...Couldn't understand why anyone would do that for a living. I finally saw the musical in high school and hit my forehead mid act, 'duhhhh!'
my dad told me that all lawers were sharks so whene i met with one with my dad and when i still belived it at 5 i screamed at the top of my lungs DON'T EAT ME!!! and threw up
My father worked for GE, I thought all GE did was make light bulbs. I didn't realize that he was an engineer for GE, until I told my family to leave him alone, that he was tired from making light bulbs all day.
In elementary school, I believed that every day, kids went to school and adults went to work, which meant the streets would be empty. I was shocked when I had to go to the doctor one day and saw cars out on the road. I thought for sure all these people must be playing hooky from work.
I used to belive that my dad didn't really have a job and when he was out he was actually spying on me from behind the door! Somedays id walk about the house saying "come out dad! i know your here!!!"
i used to think a prostitute was a name for a rank in the army
My dad used to play in a band when I was younger and whenever anyone would ask me where my daddy worked I would tell them his job was to go shake his booty.
When we would have firedrills the firemen would come tot he school to see how long it would take them to get there.I used to be afraid of them and when the teachers said d'ont be afraid of the nice firement. but itf its not a firemen just kick them were the sun dont shine!" I would soemtimes get them confused when i saw them cuz some of the firefighters woudlknt wear uniforms so i ended up kicking a firefighter!
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 used to believe that "when i was an adult" in a past life i was a food taster!
When I was little my dad got a job as a dispatcher at the local police station. Until I was about 6 I believed that he was a "ditch patcher" and thought he fixed holes in ditches. Even visiting him at work didn't dispel my visions of him filling in holes with dirt from a bucket.
I used to think that the graveyard shift was men that dug graves at night.
Apparently my Father spent WWII riding a flat footed polar bear across the Sahara Desert pressing pants. They were white to reflect the sun, insulated to keep cool like a cooler, and the flat feet prevented them from sinking into the sand.
I've always had a fetish for jewelry. When I was a child, I noticed that all of the cashiers at the grocery store had rings on. I thought that the rings were part of the uniform given to them. I told my mom that I wanted to be a cashier when I grew up so that I could have lots of rings too.
when I was little my mom told me my father was an engineer. I though that we must leave the house in the morning in a suit and change into his train-driving outfit when he got to the station...
The evolution of what my dad did:
I thought my dad was a construction worker because he sometimes took a hard hat to work with him. Later, he corrected me and told me he was an engineer, so then I thought he drove trains. Turns out he was "just" a mechanical engineer, and for some reason, I thought that meant you had a "uniform" that consisted of short sleeve dress shirts with ties.
i used to believe that a job was where u ate lunch and talked to your adult friends
i thought that men had to go fishing or we would starve
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 remember when I was, well, younger than 5 years old (don't remember exactly), my mom left all day to "work at the polls." I thought she meant "poles", and I pictured her walking through a large room full of pipes checking for leaks.