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I used to think when i was really, really young that the liquor store was a candy store, because it's name sounds like licorice.
When I was about 3 years old, my mom always took me shopping. But whenever I spotted something I wanted, I wanted it. So badly. And when my mom told me that I couldnt have it, I would cry. So loudly.
So instead, she came up with a routine. Whenever I wanted something, she would say, "Let's go ask the manager (I thought everyone who had a job was a manager) if they will let you buy that, then." And so we would go to the cashier and my mom would say, "Excuse me, my daughter would like permission to buy this." And she would wink to the cashier. Then the cashier would reply, "Oh...I'm afraid we cannot sell that to you today." And I would say, "Oh. Okay." And obey her because to me then, the manager was like God. =P
When I was a kid my dad used to tell me that there were two toys-r-us's. One was a real toys-r-us and the other was a fullscale cardboard cut-out model of the real toys-r-us, and me and my brother used to always ask "dad, dad, is that the real toys-r-us?" so he always got away without buying us toys.
Well, when I was young I wanted to be a farmer because of my love for animals. Everytime my mom told me that we were going to the pharmacy I got really excited because I thought we were going to the farm, and whenever we got out of the car and went into a store instead I would ask my mom, "I thought we were going to the pharmacy?" in which she would reply "This is it" but I never really grasped that for a while.
I used to belive that the fountains at the mall were somehow connected to the urinals in the men's washroom, so from then until my Dad finally explained to me what the fountain was all about, I was terrified of going close to fountains.
Whenever I'd ask for something when my mom and I were shopping, she'd tell me we couldn't buy it because she didn't have a coupon or it wasn't on sale. I used to think that you LITERALLY weren't allowed to buy it without a coupon/sale, and it was only for display until it actually went on sale. I never threw a tantrum about not getting what I wanted because I thought the store wouldn't let us buy it.
when i was little i heard about nike putting people to work in sweatshops, so i figured that to make sure they had enough people in the sweatshops they took whoever owned thier shoes.so whenever my mom took me to buy shoes i would reminder her profusly NOT to buy nike.
For some reason, when I was little I used to think that if they were flowers in a store it meant it was someone's birthday. I could never figure out who, so I would just pick off one of the flowers, go up to some random person and go "Happy Birthday!!" No one ever refused the flower, but I imagine most of them thought it was pretty weird!
this was not mine but my mom's belief when she was small.she we were riding to the mall one time and we passed a flea market.she told me that she use to think they sold fleas when she was small.i guess she never went into one. lol
Once my grandma told me that my cousin,Brandon,went to the drug store with my other cousins Brock and Derrik.My eyes were wide and I was thinking 'haha!No Ive got something on him!' I didnt know that she ment that they went to buy medicen.
I was like 5 and I used to think that when you go into a store that you just have to show the guy behind the counter what you are getting and then you could leave (probably cause I couldent see above the store counter and never saw anyone give the clerk money) so one day when I was around 5, I left my house without telling my parents, walked all the way down an alley and into a liquor store grabbed like 3 boxes of boston baked beans, some sticks of gum and a beer that I was going to take home ofr my dad since he always brought stuff home from the store for me, when I showed the clerk he asked "wheres your mom or dad" and I jsut started crying, he called the cops,and the cop took me back home :(
I used to beleive the elevator in the Department store was somewhere you went while they rearranged everything.
Until recently, I believed that the food on the shelves was the only food that the stores had. Since I was told many times about the ill effects of smoking, I often wondered, "Why don't we just buy all the cigarettes? Then there won't be any left!"
whenever i saw those big spotlights from car dealierships, i used to think that it was a big hollywood premiere. i remember really wanting to go and see the movie stars and wondering why my parents didnt think it was as big a deal as i did
I love motorcycles, and I enjoy sometimes just going to drool over the new models--
My mom had me duped for a long while that there was a "chrome-polishing fee" to enter a motorcycle shop so I couldn't go if I didn't have the money!
Not to mention the fact that a motorcycle-thug bouncer would kick you out if you'd spent too long or gotten fingerprints on the metal!
The kicker is, I had to actually *ask* a woman who'd been to this shop whether or not this was true, because my mother was evasive about the whole thing...
(And I'm ashamed to admit this wasn't too long ago, either! <*cringe*>)
Every Saturday my daddy and I would run errands and we always passed through a certain neighborhood that had a shop called Your Store in the middle. He told me that it was all mine and let me get anything I wanted when we stopped. For years I thought the store appeared when I was coming and disappeared when I left.
As a very squeamish child (my brother had a cartoon encylopedia of the human body that absolutely TERRIFIED me, if you want to know just how squeamish), I used to be afraid of any store that bore the name "Body Shop," as I assumed they sold organs for transplant. I kept visualizing a clean, white doctor's waiting room-looking place, with a back door that led to a freezer room full of bloody coolers. Needless to say, I caused quite a scene when my father needed to stop in.
At the shopping mall when I was younger, I would freak out and plead with my parents to take me home as it approached closing time. My sister who is 4 years older than me would tell me how giant German Shepherd guard dogs would come running out of nowhere and viciously eat anyone left in the stores. I'm sure parents had to deal with their children complaining about wanting to go home, but not nearly as bad as my adolescent anxiety attacks!
i used to believe that shoping carts were for slave children
I used to believe that I when I bought a new pair of shoes I could run faster. I would go home, put on my new pair of shoes and challenge all the boys in the neighborhood to a race.