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i used to believe that when i heard of a flea market, i thought they used to sell fleas at the super market.
and when i saw a garage sale i thought they were selling their garage.
when i was little, my parents would take me to the store and leave me in the car till they got back, and i used to beleive that when they didnt comeback after a while that they were being held hostage, and that everyone outside that had baggy clothes on was in a gang and after me.
When I was probably about four years old, I was at this home-improvement shop with my parents. The shop had rolls of colored chains there, like the kind that you hang a swing or a bird feeder with or chain a door closed or something. But I didn't know what they were for, and I asked my mum and she told me that they were used to hang naughty children from the ceiling by their feet and let them hang there forever. I actually believed this for years and years until my dad bought similar chains and used them to hang a swing in the back yard. All that worrying for nothing!
when i was 5 my cousin told me that shop dummys were people who were evil and got thier arms cut off and were covered in plastic in a factory in china. he also said they came to life at night and thats why they sometimes had on clothes on. then i realized they were hollow.:)
Brought up in the South, I pronounced window as "winder." I thought the song phrase "walking in winter wonderland" ment we were going shopping.
I used to believe thato to adopt a child you had to collect points from supermarket products...
When I was a kid I used to believe the "Help Wanted" signs up in store fronts were really a political statement in direct opposition to "Wanted: Dead or Alive" type posters.
There's a local grocery store around here called "Foodland". When I was really young, I imagined this place to be giant, mystical land; a wide, open field with plants growing any type of food you could imagine.
My mom would always tell me to "jump" when we got to the bottom of escalators so that i wouldn't trip when i transferred myself from the moving stairs to the solid ground. This led me to think that if you didn't jump at the end of the escalator, you would get SUCKED into the stairs, and become part of the escalator.
how horrifying!! haha.
one of my classmates(in 2nd standard) once convinced me that there was a store tht sold the spiderman costume with the liquid for the webs. They just drilled a hole in the wrists and poured in the liquid. the button of the palm was always there when u wanted to have a go.
When my brother and I were about 5 and 7 years old, we were stuck in a traffic jam near a retail park where there was a branch of B&Q. I decided to tell my gullible younger brother that B&Q stood for "Be Queen". He believed it until he was about 8 years old!
I believed that garage sales were on a special day, like christmas or the fourth of July or something.
When i was younger i used to believe that the black market was a physical marketplace just outside the city centre
I was always confused as to why the ploice just didn't go down there.
I honestly used to beleive that there was a chain of shops around the country called 'antiques', and they seemed to be inevery town or village we went to. On a separate note, i also used to think it was pronounced 'anticues'
when i was young, i used to believe that clothes and shoes grow smaller over time when my mom said to me 'this is too small for you now, we bought it last year'.
I Used to Believe that when you wear new shoes, the people would laugh at you and try to trip you, so thats why when I was younger, i never wanted new shoes!!
I was convinced by my aunt that ALL the clothes in shops are tried on by either customers, or the assistants in the shop so if we get clothes we have to wash them twice before wearing them to clean all the dirt them left in it. i used to run the bath tub and wash the new clothes with shampoo, then dry them with a hair dryer. I stopped believing this when I ruined a really expensive only-dry-cleanable dress that I was suppose to wear to a wedding when I was 11.
When I was younger my mother used to go to a butcher shop to get her meats. I believed that they killed the cows right there in the back rooms and I was always trying to get a peek into the back hallway.
When I was a little kid, about 4 or 5 years old, my mom would take me shopping. Everytime she bought something, she put down pieces of paper (which were bills) and some circular metal thing down (which were coins). So then I thought "Maybe it's like trading." The next time we went shopping, I brought pieces of paper with me and a couple of pennies. I took the toy I wanted, handed some paper and pennies to the cashier, and left.
At the Home Depot hardware stores, they have those zany little trucks driving up and down the aisles, like, all the time. My little sister and I were always terrified of the things and when we heard the beep-beep-beeping noise they make to keep customers from getting crushed under the wheels, me and my sis would run away from our parents screaming all the while. Usually, our pissed parents would end up in the kitchen department where a floor manager would direct them to a set of display cabinets containing their frightened little girls. Why would you ever bring small children to Home Depot?