Not sure why this popped into my brain this morning but…
Many years ago in a land called “The Seventies” my family was preparing to move to Hawaii (Kailua, Oahu to be precise) as my father had a two year assignment there. For whatever reason he needed something notarized and one Saturday morning he, and his 16 year old son Steve went in search of one.
He pulls up to a drugstore and we get out and approach a cashier up front.
Dad asks, “Do you have a Notary Republic?’
The cashier responds with a line that has amused me for lo these 43 years, “No sir, not unless it’s back on the magazine rack.”