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'. And that's how the fight started.....