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I used to belive that there was a magic underground room underneath the fotomat where little "fotomat gnomes" developed your pictures!
I used to sit on the bus and see the big supermarket 'Safeway', I believed it was a place where people could feel safe.
When I was younger me and my mother used to go shopping a lot. She tells me that I used to talk to the manequins believing that even though they didn't move that they were still looking at me. I used to have full blown conversations with them.
I used to get scared when they announced the mall was closing that we wouldn't make it out on time. For whatever reason, I thought if you got caught there after closing you'd be turned into a mannequin.
I used to think that the store clerks knew everything, since they could always tell where a certain item was in a store. When I was reaching the 'curious' age, I asked a clerk was a penis was...naturally, all involved were embarrassed except for me. :) Now that I look back, I realize how stupid I was.
'Black Friday', the traditional first shopping day of the christmas season in the US is so named, I now know, due to the fact that the immense revenues gained by stores therein, put them often 'in the black'. That is, operating at a profit. However when I was little I seriously used to believe that on Black Friday, only Black people were allowed out on the streets.
When I was young, I used to really want a "lion chop" from the butcher, because I reckoned it would be cool to eat a lion. My mother used to look at me like an idiot whenever I asked her to get me one when she went to the butcher. It was only later when I was about 8 I read the sign properly and saw it actually said "loin chop". D'oh!
When I was about 7 or 8 my mother took me and my brother to a card shop. On the counter was a fish tank full of water with a bubling water filter inside.
It was suspiciously absent of fish. I am not sure, but I think I asked my mom why there were no fish.
In front of the cashier she told me there were fish in the tank, they were just invisible and that they would appear when the moonlight shined on the tank at midnight. The cashier seemed to happily confirm this fact.
I stared at the tank to see if I could see any movement, but it was difficult with the bubles bubbling from the filter. My imagination would conjure up visions of moon light streaking in from front of the store while it was dark and the store was empty and the fish suddenly appearing.
I thought this true for years until I was a teenager. My mom liked to tell me things like this.
When I was younger, probably to young to go into the drugstore by myself even in our small town, My mother would often charge her medicine. She would drop me off at the door, I guess the drugist knew what I wanted because something had been called in, and tell me to charge it. I would often get charge and cash mixed up. So when he said will this be cash or charge, I would say cash, and then we both would just stand and wait, he waited for cash and I waited for him to say O.K. or thank you so I would feel as if I could leave. I would say charge to myself all the way in to the store but once he said, cash or charge, the confusion set in.
When i was a little girl, I believed in a lot of things.
When i went with my mother to the supermarket we took a trolley and she put all the things that she needed in her bag.Then we went back home.
I didn t know she had paid a lot of money, I thought it was free.
When I was a little kid, the basics of commercial transactions was explained to me as 'you buy things that are for sale.' unfortunately, due to exposure to mass media, i quickly got it confused with 'on sale,' as in a cheaper price. Needless to say, I was an unintentionally thrify (and sometimes disappointed) shopper whenever I went to a store with my mom and always asked the clerk, "Is this on sale?"
As a child, a place like the grocery store can seem enormous! I grew up in the 60's-70's. During that time there were a lot of colorful and unique characters regularly used as spokespersons in comercials for products. You probably recognize many of these: Madge (Palmolive dishwashing liquid "You're soaking in it."), Mr. Whipple ("Don't squeeze the Charmin!"), Jolly Green Giant (Ho Ho Ho!", Mr. Bubble, Kool-Aid Pitcher, Honey Bear (Golden Sugar Crisp cereal)...and lots more...There were hundreds of them! And I believed that somehow they magically resided somewhere in the grocery store. So, for that reason, I really didn't mind going shopping with my mom. Well, that and I could help pick-out the snacks!
When I was a kid I thought the people who worked at K-Mart, Wal-Mart, and any other cashier job were the richest people in the world. I thought they got to keep all the money people used to purchase stuff with! *lol*
When I was about three years old, the elevator Mother and I were riding in somehow skipped the ground floor and we went all the way to the basement. It was dark and spooky and there was a garbage incinerator in it. Men were feeding broken cardboard boxes and other trash into it and the fire was very high. I thought we had accidentally gone all the way down to Hell. I had nightmares about elevators for years.
I used to think that you could only buy stamps in a book of 4 (Because I always heard my mum say 'book of 4 stamps please')so the first time i went to buy stamps, I only needed one and I asked for '4 first class stamps' i was so annoyed when she started tearing 4 single ones from a big sheet, but i was too embarraced to say i only wanted one. How dumb is that.
I used to believe that when I bought a product tested 100 times, it meant that the stuff i was buying had actually been tested 100 times and I wondered why it didn't wear out and was expecting it to fall into pieces very soon.
Took me years to realize my mistake. I am a bit slow.
I used to think that if I didn't jump over the crack at the top and bottom of the escalator, it would suck me under.
I used to see signs that said antiques and thought those people owned the property.
When I was around five, I asked my older brother where store mannequins came from; he told me that these were shoplifters that the store's boss had shot a ray at that turned them into stone, and that is why they were in such odd poses, as they were desperately running away when the ray got them- separate hand, arm, foot, and leg mannequins were grazing hits by the same ray, or when the store decided to show some mercy. I decided never to shoplift, and was in fear that I would see someone that I recognized as a mannequin someday.
I used to believe that the only way to get new safety pins was to send clothing to be dry cleaned, because in those days it always came back with the tag held on with the safety pin.