- Jul 3, 2005
- 4
- 10
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." :lol: :lol: :lol:
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." :lol: :lol: :lol:
