A Condumdrum

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While my wife and I were waiting in the local Social Security Administration office, we witnessed a conundrum.

A very frustrated lady came into the building where part of the process was showing the guard her ID. (I imagine thwarting any old lady terrorists out there.) At any rate, he stopped her at the door, "Madam, I need to see your photo ID.

"I can't," she growled.

"Pardon me?" the guard replied.

I lost my driver's license, and I just came from the DOT, and they said they could give me a driver's license with my Social Security Card. But my husband is out of town, and it's in the lockbox, and I can't get into it."

Now nearly in tears, "I have to fly out of town tomorrow, and I need an ID to get on the plane."

Trying to be kind, the guard told her, "Madam, you need your driver's license to get a copy of your Social Security Card."

The last I heard was the lady telling the guard she would have a nervous breakdown.