I emailed my mom asking if she could dig up a card in my childhood files. To which she replies:
"Just go to a social security office for a new one. It should be a pretty simple procedure."
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
Um, Mom? Have you ever been to a government office??? The word simple does not exist there. If it did, I wouldn't need 12,392 forms of ID to get my 12,393rd form of ID.
Like I said, she's hilarious.

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