I detest dealing with- our local SSA, truly truly truly. I don't know if it's just this office, or if they're all run this way (and if they are... it's ridiculous, utterly ridiculous). thank you lost his SS card, and I lost mine probably 20 years ago. Since he has to get a new one, I decided to go up with him. Oh. My. Goodness. Windows 1-10, plus A-F. Of these 16 windows, all but 3 are closed. There are probably (no exaggeration) 50+ people sitting in the waiting room. We got our # at 9:44. At 11:15, I said "I'm outta here". Because they don't call you in the order you arrived. Noooo, that would make too much sense. If you need a new card, you get a number with- an A in front of it. For everything else, you get a regular #. We were waiting on A163 when I arrived. They called zero (count them, zero) A numbers in the first hour. But they called regular #s 44 through 63, including at least 8 people (I was counting) who got there *after* us. Then they called A163 through 167 - I was 169. I had to wrap some raffle gifts, drop them off at Weeburt's school, and pick him up early, so I left thank you there, took Boo and went out to the van to start wrapping. Murphy's doggone Law strikes again. By the time I had finished wrapping and was heading out of the parking lot, here comes thank you bopping on out. Sure enough, about a minute after I left, they called A168. ARGGGHHH!!! They gave him a notice that said "by law" they are only allowed to issue 3 cards per year and 10 per lifetime per person. Something about that really triggered my difficult child side. I told thank you I was *really* tempted to go up there every 6 months to get a new card (and take up knitting or needle pointing or basket weaving to prepare for the ridiculous waits) and see what they say when I need card #11. I mean, really - what can they do??? Say sorry, you don't get another one???? What a bunch of bologna. There has got to be a better way to do this - like maybe take people in the order they come into the stupid office? I seriously need a vacation in a warm spot with a *lot* of drinks with- umbrellas in them. My tolerance for pretty much everything is hitting an all time low.