So, after my exceedingly difficult time at the DMV last week, I finally dragged myself over, in fear, to the Social Security office in Queens. It took me about an hour to get there because I live way way way closer to the Manhattan office, but hey, that’s okay! I still love you!
I get out, walk about a block, turn into the office, and go up to the 2nd floor. The guard says to get a number from the machine (side note: this is totally pointless, because then you go stand in a regular line and they call people by “next in line” not by number, and never collect your number either.) I stand in line for about….five minutes…then they call me!
[I expect to stand in line longer than that at the grocery store, and I don’t even have Harry Potter for that line!]
The woman very pleasantly asks me what I’m there for, and takes all my documents. Smiling (!!!), she makes small talk with me, and answers all my questions extremely pleasantly and helpfully. I ask about the DMV and she says that they have to recognize what’s on my social security card, so I just need to tell them that my new last name is my only “last name” and they HAVE TO write it that way (!!!!). Then, before I go, she takes a moment to compliment my ring (!!!) and wish me congratulations (!!!!!) and tell me I’ll get my new card, exactly how I want it, in the mail within ten days (!!!!!!!!).
So yes, woman of counter 6: I love you. I may just send you chocolates one of these days. You rock.
If there is ever a touch football game between social security and the DMV, you know who I’m rooting for.
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