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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.
Once, I was in the car, and my brother and my Dad were talking. We went past a shoprite, and my brother asked "Why not?". For a little bit, I thought Shoprite was called "Why not?".
when i was 5 my grandparents took me to my first yard sale and for a few years i said nothing but thougt it was strange. one saturday my grandfather said we were going to a few yardsales and i just couldnt hold it in anymore i asked "why do some people sell there yards but keep their house?" well they still laugh about it.
Whenever I would walk through the cosmetic section at a store my dad used to tell me that the women wearing the white coats (like at the Estee Lauder counter) dealt with toxic chemicals. His tactic worked, I stayed away for years.
When I was little, I used to be petrified of mannequins. I don't know why, but I have distinct memories of going through department stores with my mother and screaming bloody murder whenever we passed mannequins. I thought that they were real people who were paid to stand really still and grab children who were really bad in the department store and take them away from their parents.
I used to live next to a sattelite store when I was younger. They had a huge advertisement that said " We Do Dishes!" One day my mom and I were walking past it and I told her we should take them our dirty dishes and have them clean them instead of me and my siblings. She explained to me what it really meant and I was kind of upset because that meant I still had to do the dishes.
I still laugh to myslef everytime I pass that advertisement...
I used to believe that Old Navy would only allow elderly Navy veterans to shop there, and also I used to believe that Pep Boys Auto only sold to men! =)
i once went shopping with my mom. she told me that she was looking for a "teddy" meaning lingerie. i thought that she meant a teddy bear. I was confused to why when we were in the wrong section of the store....and then yelled, "mom this is not where you buy the teddy's!!" I embarrassed her!
just like every other stupid little kid when we went to the mall i refused to us the esclater. i would have my dad pick me up at the last second. to this day i take a large step off................you know just i case!
When I had to ride on escalators when I was little I would always get really nervous near the top or bottom. My big brother told me that little kids had gotten sucked down the grates and they would try to grab your ankles and make you live down there with them.
My frugal mother had me believing that if something wasn't ON SALE, it wasn't FOR SALE. This kept the nagging down until we realized the truth.
I used to belive that, when a store held a "liquidation sale", all the unsold stuff would be melted down.
When I was younger, I used to believe that the two quotation marks on each side of the R in Toys R Us were ponytails.
I used to believe that if you didn't jump as the escalator reached the top of the stairs it would catch your shoelaces and suck you under the stairs.
When my mom was little, she believed that they actually sold fleas at flea markets.