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.
