We went to the Social Security Office this morning so B could apply for her Social Security number. I think we got the crabbiest and meanest guy there. She told him she was having a hard time understanding him but he would not speak any slower (even though she asked) and if he did he did so rudely. We were so relieved to get out of there and she told me her heart was beating so fast the whole time. Mine was too. I almost wanted to ask him of we could talk to someone else or if he woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Glad that is over!