Until I was about 6, I thought my dad worked in a cake shop!. He sometimes brought home cake. Well, most Fridays i think. Later, when he told me that he worked in a bank, my face fell, "but .....it's over a cake shop". (Child me) "Phew!!"
I saw it eventually, huuuuuge bank hq, no customers even, no cake shop. I could cope with the truth by then.