But, first, so glad you are safe, Pegi. We can all take a lesson from your adventure.
So, SS, says just show up. Had tried for days to reach signer. E-mail from title says, "JUST GO!". It was Labor Day weekend. So, I arrive at this nice upscale condo by the beach. Docs are for a single man and a single man. Upstairs windows are open. I can hear muted voices. I ring/knock on the door. Finally, this disheveled young woman comes to the door in running shorts and a tank top. No bra and looking like she has just crawled out of bed. I introduce myself and explain I have an appointment with John Doe. She hollers up the stair case at "John". He yells back that he'll be down in a minute. She seats me at the dining room table and I get all my stuff out. He comes down in just some running shorts... no shirt...very disheveled as well. He too looks like he has just crawled out of bed. He explains they got married on Saturday and well, he hasn't seen his cell phone since the wedding. They are on their honeymoon. And, well, I really hadn't interrupted them...they weren't quite that fully "into the act". I had interrupted their afternoon delight. The blushing bride was turning beet red and looked like she wanted to clobber him!
TMI, sir! He said he had a vague memory that we had a signing appointment, however, the other signer was his Dad and he lived across town. We ended up re-scheduling. The blushing bride did not come to the signing. Title could care less that he was now a married man. Or that the Dad was a widower.
I told the SS never again. I have to confirm or I don't go. Or find someone else. Period.
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