After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security benefits.
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 her I was sorry, but I’d have to come back later.
The woman said,
“Unbutton your shirt.”
So I opened my shirt, revealing my silver chest hair.
She looked at it and said,
“That silver hair is proof enough for me.”
She processed my application, and I went home.
Excited, I told my wife what had happened.
She laughed and said,
“You should have dropped your pants. You might have qualified for disability too!”
