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i used to think adoption was done by visiting the baby store, and picking out the one you wanted. i can still remember my vague versions of a store lined with babies.
kind of like a pet store i guess.
i had a wild imagination.
I used to be terrifed that if you were in a store in the mall after it closed, they would shut the gate on you and lock you in there for the night. Everytime an employee went on the intercom announcing the store was about to close, i would burst into tears and start screaming hysterically until we left.
I used to think that when my mom went brought groceries, I didn't understand why she said she went fruit chopping. Later my sister told me I had misheard food shopping.
Before I learned to read, I would go shopping with my mom. If I wanted to go into a toy store, she would point out the sign on the door and tell me that it said "No little blonde boys allowed."
when I was little my mom always said something about things in stores not being on sale so we couldn't buy them...well I was very confused for so long because I thought that meant that the store carried things that people couldn't buy...later I realized my mom just meant by on sale that they were cheaper...
I used to believe when you put a coin a Gumball machine, the coin would fall to the basement and a homeless guy with a box would sit there and wait for more coins.
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!