The crisp, clean, cheerful little Medicare card arrived, reminding me I'm now officially a senior citizen and eligible for government health insurance at the bargain price of $1200 a year. Exactly where this money is going to come from the government doesn't know or care - Not our department! Social Security tells me with a self satisfied, civil servant smirk - and that's when I notice that they've misspelled my name.
I point out that it's their error and I think they should fix it and send me a new card.
They point out that they don't fix their errors and it's up to me to make the time to go to their office, fill out corrected paperwork, request a new card.
I tell them there's nothing wrong with the old paperwork that a course in literacy wouldn't cure, that it was their mistake and that they should fix it and send me a new card.
They tell me that's outside their area and not their policy.
I share my opinion that they are obstructionist, inept, mindless pencil pushers who would screw up a one car funeral.
We're the government, they reply, Have a nice day.
I am drowning in a sea of misfits, morons and buck passers.
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