> Having reached the age of 65, 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 woman there asked me for my driver's license 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 very
> 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."
> I was confused, but 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
