In line for hours viewing sluts in PJ bottoms and tube tops with babies, no baby daddy, looking for SSI, fat-asses in too-short T's and bermuda pants in a rented wheelchairs looking for SSDI.
Tons and tons of old parent foreigners accompanied presumably by their newly immigrated anchor-children looking to sign them up for SS (apparently there are reciprocal agreements wherein payment of 1 rial,rupee, or squashbug per week translates to a bonafide SS payment and full credit).
My number finally called. Met at the door by some woman who identified herself as Mr. TokenSSAJob's 'Facilitator'.... I was escorted behind the circus tent and introduced to Mr. TokenSSAJob himself. blind as a bat sitting at a keyboard and computer screen. Ms. Facilitator READ each line of the application to him as he magically typed everything and then a USA ADA representative danced out of a corner, shook some chicken bones and threw them on the table and blessed the accomplishment.
I never got the card...had to repeat the whole thing again. After much convincing of the incredulous lady I got to plead to, finally got another one a month later.
When I applied for my SS this time, thankfully I did it online and actually got hold of some dear lady somewhere in the country who actually knew what she was doing.
You’re killin’ me!