Social Security
After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for
Social
Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's
license
to verify my age.
I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. I
told
the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come
back later.
The woman said, "Unbutton your shirt."
So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair.
She said, "That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me," and
she processed my Social Security application.
When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the
Social Security office.
She said, "You should have dropped your pants... you might have gotten
disability, too."
After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for
Social
Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's
license
to verify my age.
I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. I
told
the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come
back later.
The woman said, "Unbutton your shirt."
So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair.
She said, "That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me," and
she processed my Social Security application.
When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the
Social Security office.
She said, "You should have dropped your pants... you might have gotten
disability, too."
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