Rite of Passage

I'm a little late posting this picture that I found a few days ago. I know it's been on a couple of other blogs, but it triggered a memory.

When I was a little girl, I had a fantasy about what happened when you became an adult. When you turned 21, you had to present yourself at an official location. Once you showed your birth certificate, you would be ushered into a private room and given a bare-bottom spanking. After that, you were officially grown up, and were allowed to drive a car, smoke, drink, leave home, or whatever else it was that adults could do and children couldn't.

I wonder if this is a picture of a government office. If you look carefully you can see a spanking bench near the window, and an implement rack next to it. Isn't that a waiting room on the far left?