A Retiree's Story

After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for

my benefits. The woman behind the counter asked me for my birth

certificate to verify my age. I told her that I was very sorry but I

had forgotten it so 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 benefits, too."

A Retiree's Story

After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for

my benefits. The woman behind the counter asked me for my birth

certificate to verify my age. I told her that I was very sorry but I

had forgotten it so 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 benefits, too."

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A bit like the old couple watching the yankee evangelist on TV in a faith healing segment. The evangelist said ' place your hand on the affected part ' The old girl clutched her heart. Dad put his down below the belt. Says Mum he's trying a cure not trying to raise the dead.