So, I wandered around for awhile, and thought about superduper floss and fancy toothpastes and maybe getting the insoles anyway, even though I think socks are the way to go right now. You know, just...being there, I guess. And then I went to the Burt's Bees display - again, not so much a Display as just shelves - and tried out hand cremes just to do. And as I was deciding that I like the almond one better than the banana one, but wasn't going to get either, a woman walks up to the counter.
"Hi. Is your notary in?"
"I'm sorry. He's out right now."
Well, I've had fantasies about this, you know? And I was needed and, anyway, who could pass this up? "I'm a notary!"
"Do you have your stamp with you?"
"Yes." I do - I share my desk, so it lives in my purse.
She was laughing, I was laughing - it's a rather cool thing. "It is I, Notary Woman!" We ended up using a cardboard display of glycerin soaps as a makeshift desk, and there was some trouble getting my stamp to imprint properly, but we finally managed it, and she gave me $2 even though I offered to waive the fee.
And when I bought my ponytailt things, I told the lady at the counter where I worked because I know how it feels to disappoint people and notaries are thin on the ground here.
And while I was writing this post? Three people walked in a row walked in needing a notary, and were directed here by the pharmacy clerk. Since one person needed four stamps, I just earned $12.
Go, Notary Woman!
