Elbert was assigned a job notarizing a pinata. He didn’t take one of those “Just say no” NNA courses with the Q&A sections apparently.
Can you notarize a photo?
Just say no.
Can you notarize a pinata?
Just say no.
But, it was too late now. He was at the location. The children were there. There was cake, there was music, there was mom, and there was the Notary — they thought he would never come. Mom asked him to notarize the pinata. The kids were there standing with their sticks and blindfolds all ready.
The Notary asked to see the Pinata’s ID. Mom said, “What??” loudly and the birthday boy’s facial expression went from confused to suddenly hostile giving the notary… the look.
NOTARY: Did that boy just give me — the look?
MOM: What look?
NOTARY: You know… the look.
MOM: I have no idea what look you are talking about.
NOTARY: Well take a look to the right and you will know ex (pause for emphasis) zactly what kind of look I’m talking about.
MOM: Oh my God, he is giving you his — I wanna kill you look.
NOTARY: Is there anything we can do to work this out?
MOM: Just stand near the pinata to show you are a good sport and smile a lot. Making a false show of positive emotion is how we resolve problems in our country… well, at least when we can’t find our machetes.
NOTARY: Excuse me?
MOM: It is either or, and one wrong move could cause yet another revolution.
NOTARY: Okay, and another thing. I can only notarize a document not a Pinata.
MOM: Oh, so you did take one of those sorry no can do courses? I am somewhat impressed. ‘But, I would be more if ju espoke espanish.’
NOTARY: got it. Let’s attach the document to the Pinata, and let’s figure out who the signer is. Who here is 18 and of sound mind.
MOM: I am exactly 18 and have been so for as long as I can remember. When you check my ID, promise not to reveal my real age to anyone, not even my cat Alexandria.. hi sweety… meao…
NOTARY: Okay. Document signed, attached to pinata. Ready.
The boys proceeded to wander aimlessly around with a stick drawn almost whacking all of his friends, family, the Notary and a few neighbors. After a near miss with a delivery truck the Notary decided to assist him in getting a little closer to the pinata. After the boys pulverized the pinata, the notary decided that it would be better if the document had been inside the pinata. The mother said that next time she would ask the pinata manufacturers to put an affidavit inside. The notary concluded his job, notarized a tattered affidavit (which made it more authentic considering the subject matter) and went home with some cash (and a whole lot of candies) in his pocket. The End.>