There was a very entertaining blag done on a French bank a while back, where they posed as a work crew, knocked through the wall and diverted the pneumatic tubes into their open swag-bags. Got away with just shy of half a million.
Not so much a blague (joke) as a felony! Did they ever catch the guys?
Dunno. As for blags, I’m betting both words have the same root.
I’m glad it ain’t just me, cause I’m supershort and look young, so although I’m plenty old enough, no one thinks I am…
Its a blessing and a curse… I routinely get asked by my undergrads parents “what are you studying” - pretty sure I’m of an age with most parents of 18 yr olds. While at the same time being treated like I’m 80 yrs old by those very same undergrads. And I cannot buy booze at the LCBO near my office without ID because they card “under 25s” LOL
When my daughter was pretty young, by husband would occasionally get complimented on his “daughters” (plural).
Heh, I remember something like that… My dad’s only 17 years older than me, and when I started grade two, my younger brother and I had just changed schools, so my ‘old’ man is taking us on the bus to show us our commute (cf free range kids), and this bloke of Mediterranean extraction (like, second generation) starts talking to us and just assumes we’re all brothers, and spins out when he hears the deal.
OK, Benjamina Buttons, stop bragging.
In my (thankfully long past) experience in northern supermarket work, the ‘cart boy’ (baggers could be male or female, checkout/cashier positions were almost exclusively female, collection of carts from the parking lot and transport, if customer requested, of full carts to cars was pretty much exclusively male; I’m sure HQ had its reasons, I have no idea if they’d stand up to litigation) was forbidden to accept tips even if offered, and double-forbidden to solicit them.
Our facility never had a conveyor system; and the ones that I’ve seen in other places have mostly been relics; no ROI on ripping them out; but typically powered off and ignored.
Wow and I thought my younger brother started early… which is a big reason it wasn’t till I was 34 to become a dad.
40 for me. Waaaaaay to early.
When I was in Jr high one of our friends Moms was 28. We were 14. 
Hm, when I was 19, my mate’s mum was 36… 
Ancient one here who tends to look much younger… Whenever I go to some conference/meeting/etc of my peers, I feel like I should be sitting at a kiddie table.
My sister is 15 months older than I am, and had a daughter four months after graduating high school. I didn’t start having kids until age 37. I’m now 45 with a kindergartener and a third-grader, and my sister is an empty-nester at 47, with three grown kids. I’m a tad envious… just as I’m getting all creaky and broken down and facing over a decade of soccer practices and late homework assignments, she’s off wine-tastin’ and travelin’ and idly hoping for grandkids-but-not-too-soon.
Yeah that is a bonus to having the kid earlier and while yeah my brother is off having kid free fun now I don’t think I minded waiting a bit, as I was off doing all kinds of fun things when I was younger that I probably would not have been able to do if I was a parent, heck I didn’t get married till I was 26.
I’m glad I didn’t have kids back when I was younger, but I missed out on the “fun” of my 20s-to-mid-30s too. Spent all my time working. Like a dummy.
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