The 50th Notary High School Reunion
What could be more exciting than attending the biggest notary high school reunion of them all, the big 5-0? A chance to feel great that the cool kids grew up to be old and dumpy. And the geeks grew up to be old and dumpy. It’s the 50th. You were expecting “svelte?”
Jill: Hi?? … (noticing Jack’s notary high school picture nametag): Ohhhhh… Jack! Sorry for your loss.
Jack: Yeah, I went bald in notary college. You still look hot.
Jack: As in hot flash.
Jill: Menopause happened back in my fifties, so I’ll take that as a compliment. Are you still performing Notarial Acts?
Jack: I still witness signatures. The ones my kids make trying to sign me into a home.
Jill: At 68, they’re trying to put you in a nursing home? That’s not very nice.
Jack: I’m joking. I retired last year. Made a killing.
Jill: That’s great. How did you do it?
Jack: I was a notary specialist. My clients were all octopuses. Eight arms. Eight signatures.
Jill: That adds up. Remember our teachers in Notary Junior High? Mr. Guther?
Jack: How could I forget? He suspended me for embossing my private parts.
Jill: Oh yeah! You were a wild kid.
Jack: But I got an A in shop class for making the stamping device.
Jill: You affixed it to a tangible record, all right.
Jack: Weren’t you a cheerleader back then?
Jill: I sure was. I still remember our chant. “Give me an A, give me an F, give me an F, give me an I, give me a D, give me an A, give me a V, give me an I, give me a T, what’s that spell?
Jill: I don’t know. I was a great cheerleader but a lousy speller.
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