Apparently Catch Me If You Can was going to include this con but they had to cancel the scene because when they tried to film it people kept walking up and trying to give Leo their money.
So a professor of mine used to work at a bank back in the day. She says one day a guy in professional attire and a clipboard shows up in a big moving truck. He says he’s from the home office and they’re changing all the chairs. He’s needs them to just load all their old chairs into his truck and later he’d be back with the replacements.
And that’s how they gave away their office furniture to a conman whose master plan was “Wear a tie and carry a clipboard.”
Looking professional is just a pass to do whatever the hell you want.
Put a suit on and you can get almost anywhere.
there’s more to it, look nice and ACT LIKE YOU BELONG. If you don’t look like you belong there, people will stop you.
this smacks of a chef i heard of that was tired to death that every single person ordered their eggs ‘over easy’, so asked the waitress to say ‘were out of over easy, we have plenty of scrambled’ and nobody questioned it
How low must your self image be to plan to rob a bank and all you take is some second hand chairs?
I 100% believe this was a former employee with a grudge.
Kid you not, this is how a sister store of mine got their entire dog treat bar stolen.
A couple of guys said they were with maintenance and they were there to replace the old bar with a new one and the employees were like “Seems legit” and they wheeled them out. The staff even helped them do it.
This is called a “Bavarian Fire Drill” and the trick to pulling it off is to have absolute confidence that it’s going to work. If you seem even the slightest bit nervous or hesitant, everyone will see right through it.
Case in point:
In 1906, a German con man named Wilhelm Voigt dressed up in a German Army captain’s uniform and entered the town of Köpenick claiming to be an “inspector” (inspector of what, he never specified). He managed to wrangle ten German soldiers and a sergeant into assisting him, ordered the local police to halt all telephone calls to Berlin for an hour, arrested the mayor and treasurer for nonexistent charges of crooked bookkeeping, and confiscated the town’s entire treasury complete with a receipt which he signed with his former jail director’s name. He only got caught (two weeks later) because his former cellmate blabbed, and was later pardoned by Kaiser Wilhelm II who found the whole thing hilarious.
That Kaiser is a definite bro.
This is why slytherins like to be fancy and professional looking
When you’re a trickster, it pays to be … low key.
I was hired to help test a security system once. I was sent in to a semi-large company and had to go through a list of certain objectives. My favorite one was “take something out of the building that is too big to hide on your body.“ I paired it with “get into a secured facility within the building.”
I walked in in my general business getup. Shirt, tie, jacket, nice pants, not quite “suit” because it was all just a little bit shabby and not exactly matching but not clashing. Nice briefcase. Clipboard.
Getting into the secured part was easy. Learned the name of the supervisor, told the security guard that “Cindy said they’d let me in without a problem on my first day. Something about the badges not being made fast enough.” Sure, no problem, go ahead.
Walked in, unhooked a PC tower, walked to the bathroom where I’d hidden a dolly earlier, went into a stall and changed into the outfit I’d had in the briefcase. It was what I’d consider workman’s clothes but a worker in an office, not like a construction worker.
Blue jeans, t-shirt, worker’s vest (low key), hat, good boots but 2nd hand.
Threw the tower on the mover’s dolly with a couple other things, stacked very slightly precariously but not likely to fall, walked over to the stairs leading down, and started going down to the way out, which I knew had a security guard on it.
As soon as I saw him see me I stumbled and yelled out. He came running over and helped stabilize everything. Helped me down the stairs. Held the door open for me and told me to “have a nice day” as I left. Never asked for my badge or even where I was going with the stuff.
Act like you know what you’re doing. Look like you belong. Be confident.
That’s 75% of it right there.
That is some Moist Von Lipwig bullshit right there and I am fucking delighted.
Apparently Catch Me If You Can was going to include this con but they had to cancel the scene because when they tried to film it people kept walking up and trying to give Leo their money.
So a professor of mine used to work at a bank back in the day. She says one day a guy in professional attire and a clipboard shows up in a big moving truck. He says he’s from the home office and they’re changing all the chairs. He’s needs them to just load all their old chairs into his truck and later he’d be back with the replacements.
And that’s how they gave away their office furniture to a conman whose master plan was “Wear a tie and carry a clipboard.”
Looking professional is just a pass to do whatever the hell you want.
Put a suit on and you can get almost anywhere.
there’s more to it, look nice and ACT LIKE YOU BELONG. If you don’t look like you belong there, people will stop you.
this smacks of a chef i heard of that was tired to death that every single person ordered their eggs ‘over easy’, so asked the waitress to say ‘were out of over easy, we have plenty of scrambled’ and nobody questioned it
How low must your self image be to plan to rob a bank and all you take is some second hand chairs?
I 100% believe this was a former employee with a grudge.
Kid you not, this is how a sister store of mine got their entire dog treat bar stolen.
A couple of guys said they were with maintenance and they were there to replace the old bar with a new one and the employees were like “Seems legit” and they wheeled them out. The staff even helped them do it.
This is called a “Bavarian Fire Drill” and the trick to pulling it off is to have absolute confidence that it’s going to work. If you seem even the slightest bit nervous or hesitant, everyone will see right through it.
Case in point:
In 1906, a German con man named Wilhelm Voigt dressed up in a German Army captain’s uniform and entered the town of Köpenick claiming to be an “inspector” (inspector of what, he never specified). He managed to wrangle ten German soldiers and a sergeant into assisting him, ordered the local police to halt all telephone calls to Berlin for an hour, arrested the mayor and treasurer for nonexistent charges of crooked bookkeeping, and confiscated the town’s entire treasury complete with a receipt which he signed with his former jail director’s name. He only got caught (two weeks later) because his former cellmate blabbed, and was later pardoned by Kaiser Wilhelm II who found the whole thing hilarious.
That Kaiser is a definite bro.
This is why slytherins like to be fancy and professional looking
When you’re a trickster, it pays to be … low key.
I was hired to help test a security system once. I was sent in to a semi-large company and had to go through a list of certain objectives. My favorite one was “take something out of the building that is too big to hide on your body.“ I paired it with “get into a secured facility within the building.”
I walked in in my general business getup. Shirt, tie, jacket, nice pants, not quite “suit” because it was all just a little bit shabby and not exactly matching but not clashing. Nice briefcase. Clipboard.
Getting into the secured part was easy. Learned the name of the supervisor, told the security guard that “Cindy said they’d let me in without a problem on my first day. Something about the badges not being made fast enough.” Sure, no problem, go ahead.
Walked in, unhooked a PC tower, walked to the bathroom where I’d hidden a dolly earlier, went into a stall and changed into the outfit I’d had in the briefcase. It was what I’d consider workman’s clothes but a worker in an office, not like a construction worker.
Blue jeans, t-shirt, worker’s vest (low key), hat, good boots but 2nd hand.
Threw the tower on the mover’s dolly with a couple other things, stacked very slightly precariously but not likely to fall, walked over to the stairs leading down, and started going down to the way out, which I knew had a security guard on it.
As soon as I saw him see me I stumbled and yelled out. He came running over and helped stabilize everything. Helped me down the stairs. Held the door open for me and told me to “have a nice day” as I left. Never asked for my badge or even where I was going with the stuff.
Act like you know what you’re doing. Look like you belong. Be confident.
That’s 75% of it right there.
That is some Moist Von Lipwig bullshit right there and I am fucking delighted.
Firefighter demonstrates how to put out a kitchen fire
Reblog to actually save a life
To explain. The latter works because you’re cutting off the supply of oxygen to the fire and suffocating it
as opposed to slapping oxygen inside the pan with the downward motion
Reblogging, because this is so important. When I was learning how to cook for myself in my tweens, I had at least a five years of fire safety seminars from school drilling this into my head, and I STILL had that instinctive put-the-fire-out-with-water reflex. Didn’t even think. I saw our oily burner catch fire after frying eggs, whipped around towards the sink for water, and my brain immediately screamed NO!!! NO WATER!
I mean that fire safety stuff straight up bitchslapped me out of REFLEXIVELY setting my house on fire. I found a pot lid and inched it over the burner before turning off the heat. Even if you think you know this stuff, panic is powerful shit. Make knowledge more powerful.
“Even if you think you know this stuff, panic is powerful shit. Make knowledge more powerful.”
OKAY OKAY OKAY I KNOW THERE ARE SO MANY FANDOMS STARTING NOW, LIKE THE SINK FANDOM AND THE TREEHOUSE FANDOM AND THE BLANKET FORT FANDOM, BUT YOU ARE ALL MISSING ONE.
SECRET
FREAKIN’
ROOMS
LIKE
PEOPLE
BUILD ROOMS
WITHIN ROOMS
BUT THEY AREN’T LIMITED TO INSIDE THE HOME
THAT’S RIGHT
THERE ARE SECRET ROOMS FOR CARS
HONESTLY THOUGH
YOU EITHER LIKE SECRET ROOMS
OR YOU’RE WRONG
I have always wanted a house with secret rooms.
My goal in life is to become an eccentric recluse with an entire manor filled with secret rooms young intrepid junior-detectives will want to explore to look for clues.
I will then proceed to spook them periodically while wearing a bedsheet with holes cut out, and stare at them creepily from behind paintings.
I went to Jobcorps ( a government funded trade school operation ) for about a year and while most of my school related stuff was boring , the free time sure wasn’t ( and class could be exciting too )
I was a rebellious 19 year old , away from home for the first time and I went in ready to cause ruckus
I think I succeeded
I’m quite proud of the shit I pulled in trade school as a mere office administration student ~
First off you need to know they grouped students here based on the enrollment day so I had about 15 other kids in my class , and they called these our “ orientation groups ” . We nicknamed each other “ Oreos ” and stuck together like a frightened band of Hobbits on their first quest .
I still talk to most of my Jobcorps class , they’re great people.
Anyway , onward to the mayhem!
– On the first day of school , I managed to convince THREE staff members I only spoke Lithuanian, despite only knowing like three words of that language . Kept the joke running until I graduated and only then did I tell them I spoke perfect English ( they assumed I had learned it there )
– Got my high school diploma while I was there-( a special program they offered for students without one ) and managed to complete a year’s worth of unfinished English assignments in a day ( it was just this super long test but I passed it in like five minutes, the teacher was convinced I was a genius )
-Quickly gained the nickname “ Nyx” for both my dark fury and my obsession with dark and creepy things , plus I love Greek myths so….
– Started an underground food store because the campus was overpriced as fuck , and made BANK on ramen noodles.
– Became the most popular girl in the dorm because I always had food and was willing to trade it for things like money or favours or clothes
“ Hey Aubrey , you got any food?”
“ Bitch yeah”
“ Gimme some then ”
“ You gotta pay me for it ”
“ What? RUDE”
“ I didn’t spend my money on food just to give it away to someone I don’t even like ”
“ BITCH-”
“ You want food or not Samantha? ”
“ -sighs- will you take a shirt? I got a shirt your size I never wear ”
“Sure ! Here’s your food , get my shirt ”
– Got nicknamed “ Top Badass ” in my dorm because I stood up to our dorm manager and successfully smuggled in contraband under her nose
( we weren’t allowed to keep food in our dorm rooms , I did it anyway and never got caught because I perfected the innocent act )
– Had an impromptu production of Harry Potter and made it into a long dramatic musical ( not A Very Potter Musical ,nothing could top that ) and didn’t get in trouble because I got the top students into it , and I got to play a very flirtatious Sirius Black
( wish it had been filmed , it was glorious)
– Found out they were cancelling the art program so I raided the art studio in secret ( I volunteered at the rec hall no one suspected me ) and made off with a bunch of art stuff AND National Geographics ( the art teacher collected them before she was fired )
– Somehow bullshitted my way into the top brass of students , what the staff called “ Gold Students ”, and thus got to go on free field trips and special events weekly and got to go to dinner early
– Briefly became the underground art teacher , and taught a bunch of stressed young adults how to draw their feelings
-Got a cheating boyfriend of mine kicked out , and he’d given me half his stuff the weekend before so I got to keep it because he never came back for it and the school just kinda went “ well he DID give it to you so ”
– Slept in the art studio a few times and never got caught
– Secretly set the dorm managers directv account to record “ Desperate Housewives ” because she looked like one of them
– Wrote DC universe fan fiction in class and wasn’t bothered by the teacher because I was at least doing my work on the side
– Answered questions with questions
“ What are you doing?”
“ What are any of us doing ? What can we do ? We’re stuck on this rock in space , I’m doing my best to forget? ”
“ Are you aware that you’re not allowed to DO that?”
“ What is awareness? How do we decide that? And rules are arbitrary things , we create them but without us to enforce them nothing changes, what is the point? ”
– Hid an entire collection of dvds and movies that I wasn’t supposed to have ( we weren’t allowed personal media) and managed to sneak them into the rec hall so we could watch them
– Enthralled my entire office administration class with conspiracy theories and unsolved mysteries, the favorite one being the Dyatlov Pass incident ( Google it , it’s wild) and then the teachers got in on it
– Made joking plans with a friend of mine to form a chicken restaurant called simply “ Cocks ” , have it look like a strip joint outside , and then be a chicken place inside , with a plethora of chicken items on the menu.
All the waiters are ripped male models , wearing only tight latex pants and bowties. Their latex pants have their names on the legs .
There’s a strict ‘full-homo “ warning at the door , but this is a ruse , only a few waiters are gay . The full spectrum of sexualities is covered, with one obligatory straight guy .
All the sauces are referred to as special sauce in a seductive tone .
If you don’t refer to chicken as cock the waiter will pretend not to hear you .
” Can I get a chicken marinara bowl"
“ I’m sorry?”
“ -sighs- can I get a Cock marinara bowl?”
Waiter jokingly looks at his crotch region
“ I guess I can put it in a bowl ”
The waiters are encouraged to put tip money in their waistbands
The rudest customers get challenged to a throw down called a Cock Show. You have to fight all the waiters in order for us not to call the cops.
Nobody ever beats Duncan.
A fun family friendly no bullshit taking restaurant, that is the neighborhood bane
Anxiety-prone-human 