I decided to go with #2.
I first went to the US post office. That is a Federal place and thought they would have some kind of power. Note: they only sell stamps and other jibberish stuff. However, the lady's son goes to SDSU on a football scholarship. Now ask me how I know this… simple… something about me screams tell me your life story and I will tell you mine! This is sometimes awesome, sometimes sketch, sometimes glorious, sometimes awkward. This time it was awkward. Off to Wells Fargo Bank.
At Wells Fargo I had to wait in the waiting room for the notary person. While twiddling my thumbs I noticed two things. One was that there was a really loud lady yelling into your phone. She was speaking English but had a Jamaican accent. The second thing was that there was a man rolling his eyes and glaring at the loud lady. I did not really have any inkling to interact with either. Soon the lady was standing up yelling across the bank for someone to help her because she had been waiting so long. Now my imagination gets the best of me and I starting getting nervous that she was going to go all ape in there. I stared at her, which I know it isn't nice, but seriously if I was more interested in the coffee maker than it would look like I was stupider than she was. Anyways soon some manager person came and took her away. Now it was just me and the glaring man. I was pretty relived that he wasn't talking to me, but just as I thought it he decided to become my buddy. People and their politics is all I have to say. He started going on a rant about how TCF Bank 'screwed' him over with starting him on free checking and than switching it on him without him knowing. Now he banks at Wells Fargo. None of this I really cared about but decided to humor him and nodded and asked more questions. Turns out he is a professional surfer… couch surfer that is! He hasn't had a real home in over three years. Just pays cash to his friends and moves around. About the time he was going into detail about how he got there the notary man came to get me.
I thought I was safe from crazies. However, it was just beginning…
As soon as I sat down at the notary's desk I explained that I had already started signing it, and hoped it wasn't a problem. He told me it was. I asked if I could white it out. He hold me not a chance. I asked him now what do I do? He responded, I'm feeling nice today. Now whatever does that mean!?
He ran off a another copy of the license. However, he wouldn't just press PRINT; instead, he told me about all the costs that Wells Fargo has to pay for printing. For example, a box of paper costs $40 and they go through three boxes a week. An ink refill costs $180 and they replace those every 1.5 months. I was being a smart aleck and asked him if he would like $.05 for the piece of paper because that is how much another place would charge. He responded that it wasn't necessary. Though this opened a whole new set of worms… note time 5:08.
As I refilled out the document in front of him I apologized for taking so much time. He responded that I can stick around for however long or at least until he could leave for work study. Bingo, this person was only a college kid. I asked what he was going for and it was criminal justice. Apparently this is his passion because he talked until 5:30 about how he monitors a building so homeless people don't break in, how he has been mugged in broad daylight, and how I should always watch my back. Thank you notary man for scarying the socks right off me! Finally I made a break for it and told him I had to get going. As the notary man walked me to the door he wished me good luck in the cities and hopefully I never get mugged.
The things I do in the love of marriage.
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