The employees are nice, and the front security guard is quick to help. He didn't hesitate, when he saw me struggling with the door. I saw him going to the people, and calling out what the intercom had said, because it's so hard to hear, and he didn't want anyone to miss their spot. It is very busy, very small, and hard to navigate in a wheelchair. It isn't very clean. Bring a book, or something; you'll need it. Try to go in with a good attitude. This is the United States of America. If you really need the help, you're going to get denied anyway, so there's no sense in getting upset at the administrative people. The Army doctor said I'm totally disabled, the VA doctor says I'm disabled, but the SS is still saying I'm not. Normally, the government gives you your benefits right before or after you die. That's just the way it is, well, for veterans anyway. I may not have anyone to leave it to, but I'm not going to give those &* %! the satisfaction of me giving up. I'm applying again.