We were on our way home and we passed by this building that had an office on the first floor. It was very nondescript and small, but there was a man in a police uniform pacing in front of the building, so I asked my mom if that was a police station, and she said, "Yes, it's a police station, not a whore-house."
As you can imagine, I started laughing immediately. Obviously, I was only paying attention to the man in uniform out front, but apparently all police stations (even if it's just a little office like this one) are marked with a red light out front and Europeans who've visited my mom thought that it meant they were in a red-light district. So that's what she assumed I was talking about. Confirms the old adage of what happens when you assume.
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