The denizens of this crack from hell suffer from strands of ignorance, arrogance and laziness that cannot be captured by the most talented pen. I was told to bring proofs of my I.D., and at each return met none other then Grendel himself. He snarled that my proof was not proof, and upon the second visit, provided me with a paper that outlined how to do it. I did everything and upon my sixth visit was told, yet again, that my paperwork was not in order.
These people are evil personified. The last time I went, I assumed a miracle had occurred because the people in front of me went so fast – I was C-122 and the number being called was C-97. My number was called in 10 minutes! Then, reality set in: they were turning people away so quickly the line moved fast. I saw the lady at the front desk laugh at a man. When he ask her are you laughing at me because I keep coming back, she said, “yes!” The place is racketness and nothing else. Do not go!