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Dec. 7th, 2005 04:31 pmIt 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.
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.