Retirement

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 Claudia about my experience at the Social Security office.

She said, “You should have dropped your pants… you might have gotten disability, too.”