David Gagne contributes his 28 hours:
My birthday is June 26, 1973. I know. I was there. That's also what my mom told me, and she swears that she was there, too....
So today I have to trudge to the Social Security building and show them my birth certificate, passport, and driver's license to prove to them that I was born on the 26th. This makes little sense to me. Does it strike anyone else as odd that these other government-issued documents are what I need to prove to the government that they have an error in my file?
Fight the power, brother.
Posted by wasylik at April 20, 2002 11:23 AM