Some friends of mine recently asked if I'd be interested in working a couple of evenings a week in their leather shop, and I jokingly promoted myself on Facebook as the store's official notary public. However, roughly half an hour into my training shift, a club brother texted all, "Where are you?! I need something notarized yesterday."
Gotta love them prophesies of the self-fulfilling kind.
Customers are proving themselves to be wildly unpredictable yet inevitably perverted, so stay tuned for adult-oriented tales of service industry misadventure. In the meantime, if you're in the Houston area and need a document notarized tonight, be prepared for me to suggestive-link-sell you a harness.