Ok here is my customer horror story for this week. Notary lady. HORRIBLE BITCH.
SC comes in with a really old lady, her mom, right? Bullies and bitches at her the whole time. The old lady does not understand the documents, (advanced healthcare directive and a living trust), her daughter is cussing and getting all impatient, neither of them had their IDs (lol genius, lets go get something notarized and they can just do it without any form of identification).
So finally after like 20 min of wailing and gnashing of teeth finding the ids (they were in the car), it becomes really clear to me the old lady doesnt understand whats going on. BITCH TAKES HER HAND AND TRIES TO MAKE HER SIGN.
So I'm like, "ma'am, let me stop you right there, I'm sorry but I'm not going to be able to notarize this for you."
Imagine a silence so complete you feel your brain begin to consider the possibility you have fallen into some kind of hole in time-space continuum, in which you can feel the proximity and sinister breath of one who wishes to see you dead and rotting, your soul twisting in hellish agony, followed shortly by the gruesome appearance of that chick from the exorcist. Complete with Satan voice and green pea soup vomit. Screams bounce from the walls. Spittle flies.
I explain calmly I cannot notarize a document which the signer is being coerced or bullied to sign and furthermore does not appear to understand, that that is indeed the purpose of having such a thing as a notary public.
Commence more spittle and gnashing of teeth.
Meanwhile the old lady is just standing there looking confused.
So, after like 45 minutes, Bitch grabs old lady by the arm and like drags her out the door, still grumbling and bitching.
Other customers are standing there like, 'wow' and I'm thinking bitch is lucky she didn't get pwnd by one of them because the whole thing was so appalling. And I feel so bad for that poor old lady. Jesus Christ, I hope my children grow up loving me.
SC comes in with a really old lady, her mom, right? Bullies and bitches at her the whole time. The old lady does not understand the documents, (advanced healthcare directive and a living trust), her daughter is cussing and getting all impatient, neither of them had their IDs (lol genius, lets go get something notarized and they can just do it without any form of identification).
So finally after like 20 min of wailing and gnashing of teeth finding the ids (they were in the car), it becomes really clear to me the old lady doesnt understand whats going on. BITCH TAKES HER HAND AND TRIES TO MAKE HER SIGN.
So I'm like, "ma'am, let me stop you right there, I'm sorry but I'm not going to be able to notarize this for you."
Imagine a silence so complete you feel your brain begin to consider the possibility you have fallen into some kind of hole in time-space continuum, in which you can feel the proximity and sinister breath of one who wishes to see you dead and rotting, your soul twisting in hellish agony, followed shortly by the gruesome appearance of that chick from the exorcist. Complete with Satan voice and green pea soup vomit. Screams bounce from the walls. Spittle flies.
I explain calmly I cannot notarize a document which the signer is being coerced or bullied to sign and furthermore does not appear to understand, that that is indeed the purpose of having such a thing as a notary public.
Commence more spittle and gnashing of teeth.
Meanwhile the old lady is just standing there looking confused.
So, after like 45 minutes, Bitch grabs old lady by the arm and like drags her out the door, still grumbling and bitching.
Other customers are standing there like, 'wow' and I'm thinking bitch is lucky she didn't get pwnd by one of them because the whole thing was so appalling. And I feel so bad for that poor old lady. Jesus Christ, I hope my children grow up loving me.
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