December 7th, 2005

Mama Deb

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It never fails.

Person comes to office, in despair. "There isn't a notary, is there?"

"I AM a Notary!" I cry, whipping out my stamp. (or, rather, I inform them while rummaging through my purse.)

"Oh, thank you, Notary Woman! For I have been searching for one all day!"

The papers are produced, as well as the picture ID and things are signed and stamped and dated and so on.

I then mention the fee of $2, but they only have 20s. Same here. "Fear not. There shall be no charge."

They leave. Five minutes later, they return, fee in hand.