I'll start by saying I'm having a really bad day all round, so I may well have not reacted well, but...
Dd needs a passport before we go on hols in the summer. I've already made one trip to get her photos done. DH filled out the form online, which they then mail out to you for signing etc. We got a professional person to certify the photo at the weekend, and to sign the forms and give us his passport number. So armed with the completed form, the photos, my passport and dd's birth certificate, I head into town to use the passport checking service at the Post Office (local PO doesn't offer service).
I queue for over 30 mins in a packed PO, with dd intermittently tantrumming because she is obviously bored in her pushchair, and wants to run around and play. I have a 'disagreement' with a woman who thinks she can push in front of the entire queue as long as she asks the couple that she's pushing immediately in front of (apparently queues should now be based on why you're in a rush, and not ordered by those who bothered to get up and allow enough time for the errands they had to run ), and then I finally get to be served.
The woman glances at the application form, says she can't check it because it's been downloaded and the passport office software puts a solid blob in the boxes where there should be an X. WTF - this is the only reason they won't check it! I'm sure that since the passport office puts the solid blobs in the boxes, that they must find them acceptable, so why can't the PO do the rest of the checks?!
Needless to say a bit of shouting and a few expletives from me didn't get me anywhere except to have another manager confirm what a bunch of useless twats they are .
So now I have to get another form, fill it out manually, find another professional who can certify another of dd's pics and put their info on the form, and queue up to have it checked all over again. Actually dh has to do all of this, because I phoned him up and told him that I was about to have a nervous breakdown in the middle of town, and that I wanted nothing more to do with passports.