Aged Men Applying for Social Security (Pension)
Having reached the age of 60, I went to apply for Social
Security last week.
After waiting in line for a very long time, I finally got to the counter. The clerk requested the necessary papers to verify my age.
I looked in my pockets and realized, to my great dismay, that I had
left my wallet on the nightstand in my bedroom.
I told the lady that I was sorry, but I seemed to have left my
wallet at home. "I'll have to go get it and come back later," I said. At that point, she said to me, "Unbutton your shirt."
Although confused, I opened my shirt, revealing lots of curly
silver hair. She said, "That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me," And with that, she promptly processed my application.
When I got home, I couldn't wait to tell my wife about my experience
at the Social Security Office.
She listened to the whole story and then said, "You should have
dropped your pants; you might have gotten disability, too."
Having reached the age of 60, I went to apply for Social
Security last week.
After waiting in line for a very long time, I finally got to the counter. The clerk requested the necessary papers to verify my age.
I looked in my pockets and realized, to my great dismay, that I had
left my wallet on the nightstand in my bedroom.
I told the lady that I was sorry, but I seemed to have left my
wallet at home. "I'll have to go get it and come back later," I said. At that point, she said to me, "Unbutton your shirt."
Although confused, I opened my shirt, revealing lots of curly
silver hair. She said, "That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me," And with that, she promptly processed my application.
When I got home, I couldn't wait to tell my wife about my experience
at the Social Security Office.
She listened to the whole story and then said, "You should have
dropped your pants; you might have gotten disability, too."
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