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When my cousin Jess was little, my parents took her out to eat a Pizza Hut. After they were done, Jess goes "Uncle Eddie, (my dad) I'll pay for the meal." Thinking she had some pennies, my dad held out his hand. Instead, she had 5's and 1's in her hand. My dad, shocked, goes "Jess, where did you get that?" And she being only 4, goes "The people just left it on the tables!"
Until I became about 14 I had always believed that everyone had at least a million dollars and I would wonder why people would be so excited about the lottery.
I thought that a "student visa" meant to use a credit card while travelling.
I used to believe that it was customary to receive change regardless of how much you give to the clerk... Like a bonus for shopping at the store.
I used to save money up by throwing coins into the bottom of my wardrobe, among all the shoes and things. I believed that it would be easier to save this way, and that I would end up saving more money, because I wouldn't be tempted to go rooting around down there to take the money back. Also, I would never be certain how much money was there. It was a brilliant scheme.
I used to believe that the term "401(k)" reffered to how much money was in the account - $401,000. This belief was further strengthened when I saw an article talking about "how to stop your 401(k) from turning into a 200.5(k)."
When you are very poor you "can't make end's meat." End's meat is some sort of cheap very low quality meat.
I used to believe that rich people got rich by that one day they were walking down the sidewalk, and a bunch of bills rained from the sky to make that person rich.
I used to believe that coin change could turn into actual paper money if you left it alone for a long time.
I used to believe that when a bank paid you interest on the money in your bank account, that whenever the bank employees looked at your money they had to give you some more because they were interest-ed!
I used to think that when you get change back at the store, they were actually giving you free money. So I never understood why when we couldnt afford something we couldnt just go buy something to get money
When I was young, I used to believe that every week my dad would go to the bank drive-thru on his forklift, and drop off a pile of money. Then mom would go through with us, and take it all out.
I would get a lot of money from cousins on national holidays. I used to believe my mom, who said “If you gave all the money to me, I might give the money back after you enter elementary school”, but I didn’t get my money so far.
I used to believe what I was drawing in my book became reality. Indeed one day I draw one beautiful bed and my parents bought this bed.
But one day, I draw a lot of money and this drawing didn't realize because I'm still not a very rich man.
You know those machines at arcades that you put dollar bills in, in exchange for quarters to play the video games? When I was little, I used to think that there was something in the machine that would take the bill and somehow turn it into quarters. It made sense for dollar bills, because I could see how you could get four quarters out of a single dollar bill, but I didn't understand how you could put in a five dollar bill and twenty quarters could come out; there wasn't enough paper, after all.
When I was little, I thought when my mother went into a grocery store and paid for a drink, the change that came out of the cashier box was my mother's own money that went in. Like my mom's name was labeled on one of a million little rows of money just for her. And everyone had their own money. There wasn't money that everyone had touched. only money that my mom had ever touched. weird. HAHA!!
I used to believe the bank "scottish widows" was run by widows, and only gave bank accounts to widows.
When I was 5 years old, the church gave everybody in the neighbourhood those little donation bags that said 'bread for the world' on them. The girl who distributed those bags told me that they were collecting for poor kids who had no money to buy bread. So it seemed only natural to me to snag a few slices of bread from my kitchen. I asked my cousin to do the same, then we'd go to the church together and gave the priest our bags that contained real bread! He had a good laugh before he explained that you were actually supposed to put money in those. And because I thought the money was going to kids, I figured they would only need play money, so I emptied the cashier of my doll supermarket, filled the back and took it back to the church. Little did I understand why the priest was still laughing at me!
I used to believe for quite a long time that the paper money was made from was worth almost as much as the money note itself. I wondered which kind of trees the various notes were made of and also whether money notes in Europe would have to be made from paper coming from exotic trees like ebony if they were to be worth a large sum, whereas african money of high value would for instance be coming from a pine tree. I asked my father about it and he explained. I wasn't concinced though.
A friend of mine seemed to think that 100 pence was worth £6.
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