|The queue on arrival|
Initially, we were all in a single line, until a lovely, friendly lady started to open up the office, and organised us all into three separate lines: those with appointments; those who needed replacement cards; and AOB (disability allowance, retirement etc.). Obviously this reassured my agitated inner Brit, who was subconsciously checking for any "pushers in", with the ever-increasing threat of a passive-aggressive glare spontaneously emerging on my face. It was fine, though, as the lines were very easily sorted and separated, and we ended up being the first in our category, too. Once that was done, the doors were opened properly, and we all shuffled in, in our respective lines, after having been asked whether or not we had any weapons on our person (they're not allowed), told that we cannot take phone calls in the waiting room, and asked not to eat or drink anything while waiting for our appointments.
|Our ticket number|
|The perfect SSN application celebration|