Got my taxes done today and hoped my accountant could notarize my buyout agreement, which is due today on my final day at work. Turns out my tax gal isn't a notary public, but she told me there's one in the building's basement. So I run downstairs because it was closing in five minutes, and the next thing I know I hear a rapid succession of gunfire. After getting up off the floor, I discovered it's a combination rifle range/notary public, which sounds more like something you'd expect to find in my native Arizona, or a "Saturday Night Live" skit (other than the fact that it's funny).
3 comments:
Hey was this on 20th!!! We go to face2face there and the basement creeps us out a little
Like a victim of truce, you were strung on a noose ...
OMG!!! I was just at West Side on Saturday for the rifle class! You should definitely go, it's super fun.
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