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When i was three, i thought freezer shelves in the super market were giant popsicles. i figured out i was wrong when i got my tongue stuck on the shelf when i tried to lick it! :-p
When I was about 3 to 7, I was always careful when I got on escalator because my Dad told me, that at the top, if I didn't jump off really fast then I would get sucked into the escalators.
To this day I'm careful on escalators.I'm 10. but now it's because at the mall with my mom once I accidentally stretched really far. One foot was on the escalator the other was on the ground!
Scared of escalators!
When I was little I was afraid to go to Business Depot with my mom and little brother. It sounds stupid, but when my mom said Business Depot, I thought she said Mrs. Depot and at that time I was really shy and I didn't want to visit some old lady. :P
i used to think everyone had there own Kmart because i would go with my gramma and she would say we are going to her Kmart and i would say where is my Kmart but we were really going to the one in her town
When I was little I didn't understand the concept of the intercoms at Meijers stores very well. I thought that the building had a second story, and that there were people who were paid to lay on their stomachs on the 2nd floor and talk down through the intercoms in the ceiling. I just imagined all these people spread out flat on the second floor, doing nothing but talking through holes in the floor so that we could hear them.
This was a while ago, when I was about nine or ten. At that time, I heard about the store, "Abercrombie and Fitch". But I heard it as "Abercrombian Fitch". I figured that "Abercrombia" was a country (in South America, specifically), and anything from Abercrombia was Abercrombian. And I thought a "Fitch" was a bird (I later figured out I was thinking about a finch). I always wondered why someone would name their store after an Abercrombian Fitch (or Finch). It just didn't make any sense. I was a strange kid.
My brother--who is two years younger than me--used to tell me stories about the Snoopy Store. He said he'd gone on this field trip once and at the mall they'd stopped at there was a store where Snoopy, Charlie Brown, and all of the Peanuts characters and Snoopy's family lived. He said that they had everything Snoopy there, and as I am a Peanuts freak, I totally believed him, and when I was seven, I asked my dad to take us to the mall so we could find the Snoopy Store. I totally bought this lie 'til I was about ten. Thanks for deluding me, bro.
When my sister and I were little, our dad told us that the men working at this one store we went to, liked little girls and would steal us and take us away to their country to be their brides. We got so scared that one day when we went to the bathroom there, we would not come out until our dad came in to get us and carry us out of the store.
When I was little, I believed in "good" and "bad" shops. I hadn't quite grasped the object of getting change when you didn't pay them the exact amount, so I thought that nice shops gave you money back for shopping with them, and nasty shops didn't. I can remember thinking I was really smart with my little theory, until one shocking day...We'd been to sainsburys before and they's always given us change, so I thought they liked me. One day though, WE DIDNT GET ANY CHANGE. My parents started walking off so I stood by the cashtill waiting.They eventually had to drag me away screaming "they dont like me anymore!!"
When I was little I thought that black Friday was when all the poor black people went christmas shopping. This is why they had all great sales on that day. I didnt know that it wasnt true until today.
When my mom came home with a new coat or purse from the store, I'd always like to look into the pockets because they kept those freshner salt packets in there. When I found them, I use to think the packets were drugs that the person making the coat "left" in there. I always wanted to call the cops about each packet I found.....
I used to think that there were Spanking Stores that parents took their children to if they misbehaved while shopping. At these stores different spanking objects could be used depending on how bad the kids had been.
Ok, I haven't even started reading this website yet, but I just had to post this. Did anyone else have an obsession with mannequins when they were little? I had all kinds of ideas about what they did, how they "lived". One of my beliefs was that when the store closed, they would go to the pajama section, put on pajamas, and if it was a department store with furniture, they would lay on the beds and go to sleep. If there were no beds in the store, they would "lean" against the clothing racks.
One time when I was little, my mom took me to a department store in the mall for some Christmas shopping. The store was somewhat busy. For some reason, I just blurted out, "Mom, do mannequins have BUTTS?!" Some people looked over and smiled, and my mom was kind of embarrassed. She said quietly, "No, they don't." I blurted out, "Well then how do they go to the BATHROOM?!"
I used to think Hooters was a donut shop.
when i was younger my aunt, my grandma (who i called momo) and my mother all told me that the manakins in the stores would bite me if i touched them. needless to say, they didn't, but i still cringe when i see them. i happen to have a very vivid imagination, and i can just imaging one jumping out at me!
When I was little, I would sometimes wait for my mom in the car while she ran into the store or finished her shopping. I used to believe that if I sat perfectly still when someone walked by, they would think I was a statue and not kidnapp me. Sometimes it occured to me that I might not pull it off because I was wearing a seatbelt and clothes but overall I thought it worked well. I believed this until I was about 10.
My dad once told me that the litte greasy spots on the pavement of parking lots were little kids that let go of their parents hand when walking into a store. I believed that until I was about 8.
When I was a boy, I used to live in the bottom of a bowl shaped area in a small farming village in upsate new york. I used to believe that Indians were standing at the top of the hill like in some bad western, and every time I had to get groceries, I would run into the house from what I knew was going to be the next Custer's Last Stand.
when i was little, my mother would put me in the shopping cart. when we went to pay, she told me i'd have to get off, or she'd have to pay for me.
When I was a kid my mother made me hold on to the shopping cart as she pushed it along, so I would not wander off. This was so ingrained that to this very day (I am now 38) I still hold on to the cart when my wife and I are shopping. I am not even aware that I am doing it, and when I catch myself it always makes me laugh.