Today, I had to collect 20 signatures on a letter, all throughout the House side office buildings. I entered the second-to-last office to ask for a signature. The person at the front desk pulled out a felt tip pen and signed it right away. I was surprised at the quickness, but I thought he must have been a designated staff member to sign letters. I left the office and was walking down the hallway when the front desk staffer walked out and stopped me. Only then did I see the green badge. He said “Wait, did you need the Congressman’s signature on that letter?” I said “Yeah…” - I mean, of course I needed the Congressman’s signature. He then said “Oh sorry, I signed my own name.” I stood there dumbfounded for a few seconds and then went back to my office and had the page reprinted. I had to go around and get nine signatures again because an intern signed his own name on an official letter.
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