SO MY THIRD TRIP TO THE Social Security office did not end well, even after securely stashing the obscene item I had used to take a photo of the entrance door. When my number was called, after an approximate eight-minute wait, I leaped happily to my feet and approached Window number Two.
"I need to correct an error that has to do with the birth date of my husband's elderly aunt," I politely explained to the man in charge.
"I'm her Power-of-Attorney."
His response came quickly: "Oh, we don't recognize Power-of-Attorney here. Is she able to sign her name? Do you have a birth certificate?"
I left with my paper ticket, my wad of not-so-pertinent information, and an application form to be filled out for a change in Social Security personal data.
*Photo taken at a (somewhat) distant location, documents spread on the seat of my car.