Here he is, the 3rd time we’ve visited the Social Security Office this summer trying to get Naso’s Social Security Number and card. I have to say, it is not my favorite place. It is not convenient and I had to brace myself for a long wait.
The first time . . . .It’s required that Naso go with me and I have all of the proper documentation. My poor sister has had experiences when she was raked over the coals. So, I was very meticulous and took her advice as far as that was concerned. But, we sat there for over an hour without much movement in the line before they told us computers were down and we could not be helped that day.
The second time, . . . . (a month later) I got up the nerve to go back – we got there at 3:15 only to find out they closed at 3pm. Unbelievable.
The third time, I double-checked hours and was determined. We could not find a parking spot – too many people in line. We waited 2 hours before our number was called. Naso was occupied with the iPad and was very good.
I sweated it out when we were called. The girl behind the counter had a nice face, but didn’t say a word while she compared all of my documents for over 5 minutes. Naso said something funny and she broke a smile and told me he was super cute. I said thanks. She said, “How is your day?” I said, “I’m not sure – this is the only thing we’ve done so far.” She then laughed and said, “It can only get better then. Did you see anything interesting out there?” I said, not really, but I heard a lot and smelled a lot.” She liked that. Then she asked to hear our story. I told her and she said she was touched. She entered our application, handed my passport back to me (not a good picture), but pointed to the picture and told me I had a look of compassion. A little tender mercy my small world. Thanks, super nice social security worker with a nice smile. The card came today and I feel like we’ve conquered something very big.