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When i around 5 or 6 and went to the supermarkets with my parents, they used to leave it til the store was shutting before they would finish their shopping. I remember the staff pulling down the roller doors and i used to scream and cry, thinking that we'd be locked inside for the night. I would pull in my mothers arm and try to drag her out the door before the mean staff locked us in!
When I was little I used to think that the reason why my mom wouldn't allow me to go on the coin-op rides at the super market was because they needed $100 to work. I later realized there was a decimal place between the 1 and the first zero, changing that number to a mere dollar.
My mum told me that the programmes being shown on the tellies in Rumbelows window were always on earlier than the ones at home as I was upset at missing playschool. I fell for it.
I used to believe that the people who worked at the mall lived there. I thought that they slept on the display beds, wore the clothes that were being sold, and ate at the food court. I wanted to work and live there too. I was disappointed when I found out the truth.
I used to believe thato to adopt a child you had to collect points from supermarket products...
I was always so amazed by those maps in the mall that say "you are here" I thought they were magic and could detect where I was at any given moment.
I used to belive that employees who worked at 24/7 shops lived there and never slept!(they worked 24/7)
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?
I was of preschool age one time when my Mom and I were doing some quick shopping. She told me that around the corner, she was going turn into a candy store for a minute. I could hardly wait! I wanted to watch her "turn into a candy store" so I could get a tootsie roll before she turned back into my mom! It never happened. I was so bummed out!
I used to believe that cashiers kept the money they get into their cash registers. I then always wondered why they wouldn't advertise or try to get you to come to them so they can get more money...
When my dad was a little kid, every time he wanted to ride one of those pony things outside of the grocery store, his parents would tell him about all the kids that got electricuted on them.
My parents took us children for a drive and I saw this sign on a building that said, "Flea Market". I kept asking my parents,"why do people want to buy fleas?" I never got a reply, or an explaination! It wasn't until I was an adult that I found out that a "flea market" was used goods sale.
I remember the first time I encountered barcode readers in a supermarket - I was about 8 and with an Aunt.
She had a trolley full of food and I couldn't understand how the checkout girl knew the prices and descriptions of everything as she took them off the conveyor.
It took me a LOT of years before I realised what was going on.
When I was a kid, we still had Woolworth's five-and-ten cent stores, which have since gone out of business. I thought back then that their name was "Wool Worse". So I thought they were the last place anyone would want to buy anything made of wool, as their wool, I thought, was worse than anyone else's.
When we first got married, I told my wife (a native of Thailand) that athey sold garages at garage sales. Since we had a garage, we didn't need to stop. I never thought any more of it until she smacked me after one of her friends asked her if she would like to go shopping at some garage sales. Apparently she believed my story. Now if I can convince her about yard sales.
For whatever reason, I don't know why, when I was a little girl, maybe four or five, I thought all the handicapped marked parking spaces at the stores were for drunk people. Imagine the look on my parents faces when I announced this in front of some of their friends!! I'm sure they all wondered what my parents did on the weekends!!!
I used to think a strip mall was a mall where people wold walk around the mall naked and then put they're clothes back on when they leave
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 we would go shopping my mom would tell me that, no we could not buy the candy because it was not "on sale" and I used to get so upset and confused because why would they put the candy or snacks on the shelf if they were not going to sell it to you?!
Growing up in West Virginia, I thought that the cigarette machines said "not for sale to minors" because it would give coal miners black lung.