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Kid comes in about 3:00pm, high school, blonde as tangerines, online banker looking this-that-way at the old branch walls. She stops at the slips. She picks up a pen and puts it back down.
“What can I do for you?”
It’s existential, really; her forehead creases; I try smiling more.
She’s got a form, she shows her license, she’ll be a senior in August. The form’s so faded I’m guessing her printer used its last ink on fifth grade science projects. I squint. She squints.
“So – what can I do for you?”
“Notary?” she says, and that doesn’t help a whole lot because I’m looking at a crumpled, oily, palm-sweat slip of paper that’s talking about off-campus lunches.
We dig in a bit. I’ve got my elbows on the table, she’s got her fingers tapping our envelopes. Slow and calm, her story peels like skin-bark after too many days in the pool: turns out, her high school demands all off-campus lunch permission forms be notarized. Not okay’ed with your Homeroom. Not signed by parents. Notarized, officially. My supervisor leans over and says all the Wake schools do that. I’m blown away.
We get her taken care of then I’m laughing and crying for minutes. If you were locked in the vault you could still hear me.
I asked the girl one more question before she left for the stifling summer day: “What do you think about all the new security in schools?”
She said: “It doesn’t matter. If they want to shoot us, there’s lots of ways to get inside.”
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