The World We Live In

With my job, I get to see a glimpse of how people live. For about 20 hours or so a week I get to see in to people's homes and lives.

Hmmmm.

Most the time I just shake my head and give "the customer service smile." Often I am left just....wondering. What in the world is going on?

The other day I had the opportunity to go to the Social Security Office to get a replacement card.
Ewwww.
I was teased as I entered. The lobby was impressive with leather couches and fancy architecture. Even the elevator was nice.

The doors opened to show the world of the normal government office. Lack luster icky paint, dirty chairs and grumpy people. I was lucky enough to have a little boy who needed to use the restroom. Now where did I put those Lysol wipes?
C'mon chant with me
"We have antibodies, our body is strong. Our body is strong. Wash your hands. Wash your hands..."

So I am sitting there FOOOOORRRREEVERRRRRRRRRRR, when I hear a pouring sound. I glance back to see a women sitting behind us, peeing in her chair. Yep.
People just looked at her like, huh?
She didn't pay it no mind.

Why would a normal looking 30 something urban women just do that? I mean, I am a 30 something mom of 7 who can control her bladder.

When her number was called, she got up (dripping), pulled her wet weggie out of her wet butt, and walked all the way over to the other side of the room to the teller. The restrooms were A LOT closer.
What in the world?
Get my son out of here.

So she goes to window 5. She is told to pick up the jail-like-phone to talk with the teller through the bullet proof glass.

There are not enough baby wipes in the world for this.

Waiting.....wiggling....waiting....
Ya know they have a security guy that carries an empty holster? Why?Is it to make us THINK he has a gun.
To be honest, I wish I was packing.

Pee Lady leaves. In comes the Muslim...okay that isn't fair. In comes the Middle Eastern gentleman dressed in the traditional garb, carrying a Koran. He asked the the Security Guard which way was East. He is making his way towards the pee chair... can't he smell it? He stops at talks a foreign languages to some Indian people and then.....do I interrupt and tell him?

He sits in the pee chair
(there are a few giggles over in the corner-racists). Made me think what I was sitting in?

MY number is called, PHEW.
Wait did he say Window 5?! NOOOOOOoooooooo!
Crap.
I dodge drips on the floor and when the gentleman tells me to pick up the jail-like phone....there are not enough wipes in the world.
I shake my head 'No', feeling overwhelmingly suburban,and still clutching Andrew in a death grip. He looks at me puzzled as I explain about Pee lady.

He can't hear me...I need to pick up the phone.

No you can't make me...I have a boy in my arms(I had to think of SOMETHING)! The security guy comes and I explain. He does some signal and the gentleman turns on his mic.
I go through the process ONLY to find out that my 18mos can't get a replacement card today. Who knew a birth certificate with a raised seal is no longer proof of identity. He gave me the number, and I am NOT going back for the card.

I am slowly becoming not a people person.

What kind of world do we live in?