Courtesy:R B Kishore
After
retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for benefits.
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 it at home. I told the woman 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 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
then the fight started...
