So I need a document notarized for some retirement-related stuff going on, and I decide that I’ll just find a local place that isn’t my bank (they usually have a line) and make an appointment. I find a place on Main Street in my hometown, they have online booking, I sign up. At the appropriate time I get over there, go in, and the very nice lady running the counter asks if she could help me. I tell her I have an appointment for a notary. Her reply: “Oh, no. Not again.”
That was the moment when I realized that nothing would be notarized this day.
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