We went to the social security office to get a social security number. This was a bit of US bureaucracy that I wasn't looking forward to, but it was remarkably pleasant. The building had parking outside (a quarter got an hour) we went into the waiting room, took a ticket, and were served within 15 minutes.
I showed her my passport, with the visa inside, and that was all they needed. (She didn't notice, or didn't mind, that the immigration person had stapled Alex's entry form into my passport.)
The room was a bit grim, but the woman behind the window was cheery, and was also a twin, so she was interested in A & D. She said "It should come in the post within a week, if it doesn't come in two weeks, call this number." And that was that.
S couldn't have a social security number, as she's got an H4 visa, she needs to get a taxpayer identification number instead, which involves dealing with the IRS. That might be a whole new level of bureaucracy.
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