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My mom told my little brother that we were going to the antique shop(he is only 6) and he looked confused but said ok anyway. when we got the he ran up to the lady and hugged her and yelled imso happy to see you Aunt Tik. We died laughing and had to explain it to him
I always thought that a strip mall was a mall you had to strip to get into. For some reason my mom couldn't ever get me to go to one......
When I was little my gee-gee, in order to make sure we held onto the hand-rails, told us the story of a little boy who got his tennis shoe caught in the grid at the bottom of the escalator and was sucked under and ground up. For years my parents had to walk miles in malls and airports to find elevators because I would become hysterical near escalators..
I used to believe that when I went back to the Sears Wish Book and I could not find a toy that I had looked at previously that someone had bought it.
when I was about 5-6 my father worked a part time job at a large department store weeknights. My mom would have to pick him up when the store closed, my brother and I in tow. He worked in the cash office.. the last people to leave the store... anyway, I was always afraid that he would get locked in the store and have to sleep on the beds in the linens section... plywood boxes with sheets on them! When the lights went out and he was still in there I would get hysterical!
I used to think that the WH Smiths bookstores were pronounced 'Wuh Huh Smith'. To this day, I still get teased about it.
I used to think that there were two worlds, and that both were exactly the same. The reason was because when we went shopping we would go to the shopping entre, enter through one door on the ground floor, then go out of another on the first floor. Wasnt until I was older I realised they were just built on hills.
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!
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."
In our neighborhood supermarket, the register had a computer woman's voice that said the price of the food as it scanned. I believed that there were little women working in the basement of the supermarket speaking into a microphone.
As a child I would get all worked up when we went to stores because I didn't quite understand the concept of change. For example, if we purchased something for $20 and gave the guy a $100 I would get all upset because we were actually giving the guy more than he needed. I knew we got change back but I guess it never really clicked for me.
I used to believe that if I stayed on the escelator too long, if I didn't step off before the last stair disappeared, that I would disappear as well...wooh! I had a lot of anxiety at the mall.
When I was about 8 I really wanted a Game Boy but I couldn't afford one. At the time, Walmart was using the slogan "Lower prices everyday" and I took the slogan literally: I thought that every day they would lower the price on every item by a few pennies. So I thought that if I waited long enough, the Game Boy would cost only a few dollars and I could afford it easily!
I used to believe that price tags in stores were what the store paid to get them from the manufacturer; they paid their employees from the sales tax
In the parking lot of the shopping mall once, my mother and I were talking and my younger sisters (aged 2 and 3 at the time) were in the backseat complaining loudly that they wanted to leave. So my mother told them that if they didn't behave those people coming out of the mall, the *mall people* were going to come and take them away.
It became very easy from that point on to discipline my little sisses. We would just tell them, "Don't make me call the mall people!" This did, however, cause them to be afraid of shopping malls for many years.
you know at the convenince stores and such, they have those round mirrors on the ceiling, so the clerks can see if you are shoplifting? well, im 14, and up until a short time ago, i always thought those mirrors were actually hidden security cameras, so if i was in an isle alone with one of those mirrors, i would either wave, make faces, or glare at it, because i thought some security gaurd was watching
When I was probably about four years old, I was at this home-improvement shop with my parents. The shop had rolls of colored chains there, like the kind that you hang a swing or a bird feeder with or chain a door closed or something. But I didn't know what they were for, and I asked my mum and she told me that they were used to hang naughty children from the ceiling by their feet and let them hang there forever. I actually believed this for years and years until my dad bought similar chains and used them to hang a swing in the back yard. All that worrying for nothing!
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.
I used to believe that it was the law to hold the railing when you're walking down/up stairs
I once asked my Mum what 'prosecuted' meant after reading 'Theives will be prosecuted' on a sign in Sainsburys. She told me it meant that they would be killed! I attribute this to my happy crime free life.
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