
Today was the day that I officially became a "Busch" as I walked over to the Social Security Office this morning and applied to get my name changed. Yesterday we celebrated our 2 year anniversary, so I felt that it was time that I loose my maiden name. The whole process took under 10 minutes. I did get to the office before it open and hung outside on Valencia street with a motley crew of people.
There was a heavier set Mexican woman who was drinking a Steel Reserve (mind you, its 8:45 am) and being belligerent(harmlessly), talking about how she loves to paint and learned to do so in jail, which she had been in an out of numerous times. Did I mention she was the first person in line waiting outside the door for the office to open? And who says drunks don't have their shit together? From the looks of her, I would have guessed that she was in her mid-40's - her hands tattooed with 'Love and Hate' on the knuckles. Her face was weathered and she looked like she had a rough life. So, I was shocked when she was called up to the next window and shouted out her birthday. blah blah blah 1979. Holy shit. This person is a year YOUNGER than me?
So that was my experience today at the Social Security Office. It wasn't that bad but certainly not worth the 2 year wait.
Oh my gosh, love the details on that crazy lady. Just think: we could all look mid-40-ish if only we'd done more time in the slammer!
ReplyDeleteAnd congratulations on the name change, Busch!