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When I was little, we went to the mall and went on the escalators. I thought that the very last escalator step looked like a mouth with teeth and that if you didn't hop over it, it would grab your feet and suck you under! I still laugh about it, and every now and then I'll hop over the last step on the escalator, just in case.
I was sort of a weird kid anyway, but when I was very young, I used to think that the little circular plastic bits they put on hangers-- you know, they're little colored discs and they have a S, M, or L, or XL on them-- were called "chemicals." Every time my mother or aunt took me shopping, I would crawl around on the floor underneath the racks collecting them. After a few trips my collection at home was getting a bit large, so my mother insisted that I leave them at the store. And so at the conclusion of every trip, I would take my handful of plastic bits to the register and hand them to the cashier, saying "Here, I cleaned up all your chemicals."
when i was little, coupons really confused me. they always told me how much i was going to save, but my question was: how did they know how much money i even had in the first place?
Every time I entered a building that was built in/on a hill or slanted ground, I could not figure out how i could walk in the front door on the bottom floor, go up the escalator, walk out a door on the second floor and still be on the ground. it boggled my mind for years
I used to think that K Mart was so named because somewhere there must be other stores with all the names from "A Mart" through "J Mart".
I used to go to the Thrift store every week with my Mom when I was about 5. There was a Soda Machine in the store. I always thought that people would donate their half empty sodas to the thrift store and those sodas were put into the machine. I never wanted a soda from their.
I used to believe that "help wanted" signs meant that someone had robbed the store very recently and needed help trying to catch the thief.
When there was an advert for a "3 peice suite" i thought it was a shop selling 3 P Sweet's!!!
I used to believe that when there was a meir that reflected the meats in the grocery store that the reflection was a whole nother store.
That flea markets sold fleas.
I used to think the Flea Markets actually sold fleas...
I used to ask my mother why she would complain about spending money at the grocery store. At the end the cashier would hand my mother some coins. So, I reasoned, if you were getting more coins back than the bills you gave, then you were MAKING money, not spending it.
I used to think that the clothes in the thrift store were new
When I was little I used to like to wander away in the store so my mom told me that a man with a sack was going to come and get me if I left her sight. Well in Spanish (the language she spoke to me in) the word for sack is the same as the word for coat. So for a long time I was terrified of any man wearing a coat!
I used to think that the "shoplifters will be prosecuted" signs in stores meant that if you steal you will be killed
When I was little, a white milk truck used to come once a week to deliver milk. Very rarely when I would wake up and walk outside I would see sitting alongside the milk a gallon of chocolate milk. My mom only occasionally ordered it, and somehow I just never happened to see them deliver it on those days. I remember standing on the porch on some days watching the UPS truck going by...and screaming at the top of my lungs "MOM!!! Please get chocolate milk!!!!!"
It's dark brown.....I thought it was the chocolate milk truck.
I use to believe that shop window manequin were real people.I thought it would be great to be paid to stand in a shop window.Imagine my horror when a shop assistant detached a arm.
I use to believe that when we grew out of our clothes we would have to go around naked until our parents bought us new ones. I use to wonder what they would pick out for me because I wouldn't be able to go shopping with them naked.
I used to believe that the black market was a maket that used to take place under real market stools with black cloths where they sold dead rats! (I think this strange idea from when i learnt about the plague- but still very random seeing as that doesn't have anything to do with the plague!!!)
When i was little, I asked my mom if we could get the pretty stamps at the post office instead of the plain flag ones. She told me "No, they're more expensive." When I was in college I went to buy stamps and decided to splurge and get the pretty ones and so I asked the post office person how much they were. I went home and told my mom and I don't think I've ever seen her laugh so hard. Now i get the expensive stamps all the time.