This guest blog is by Kristy, a hopeful adoptive parent.
I’m usually pretty quick-witted. I can have a conversation with almost anyone and am rarely afraid to speak my mind.
Today, that all changed. Today, I met “the opinionated notary.” And I failed the adoption community epically.
So let’s backtrack. It had been a good day—busy with work, but in that I-like-my-job-today sort of way. I needed to notarize a document for my adoption lawyer.
No problem. I left work, headed to the bank, and and waited for a notary to help me.
That’s where my day went awry. Continue reading