JUST WHEN YOU NEED A HAND, THE WEASEL SHOWS HER TRUE COLORS

It seems that a lot of my posts recently are about THE WEASEL. She showed her true colors tonight.

It's Sunday night, late. My wife and I just realized that we need some personal documents notarized. No big deal. Besides being an attorney, I'm also a notary, and so I notarize documents all the time. So does THE WEASEL. We both have notarized documents for each other at work.
information anywhere?
Well, I needed a favor. It turns out that these documents can't wait until tomorrow, because they will be handed in at about 7:00 a.m. So we call THE WEASEL. We tell her our sob story. She says that she's so sorry but she can't she doesn't have her stamp.

So I remind her that she could just write the information in with a pen. It's about 10 pages. I know it's take about 15 minutes, but we really need them notarized now. So she looks all over for her information. Can't find it anywhere. Calls us a half-hour later. She again says so sorry but no.

Now I am really pissed. First of all, as a notary, you are supposed to have your notary ID card on you whenever you notarize. Next, you're trying to tell me you don't have your information somewhere else. You don't have a copy of anything you notarized in the past twenty-something years. Fucking moron.

I just went online to the state licensing website. Guess what. I found her information in two seconds flat.

Remember to keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Remember that I just said that recently. Well, now it's time to keep your friends close, and your enemies far enough away that you can quickly look up their lies online and shoot them down with your information in hand.

I realize that she's not a true friend, but I still thought she would at least be there in an emergency. I guess not. True colors.