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 chest 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."
Now, that one got a giggle.
Thanks.