Proof

Having reached the age of 65, a friend went to apply for Social security last week. After waiting in line for a very long time, he finally got to the counter. The woman there asked him for his driver’s license to verify his age.

He looked in his pockets and realized, to his great dismay, that he had left his wallet on the nightstand in his bedroom. He told the lady that he was very sorry but had left his wallet at home. “I’ll have to go get it and come back later,” he said.

At that point, the Social Security clerk said, “Unbutton your shirt.”

My friend was confused, but he opened his 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 his application.

When my friend got home, he couldn’t wait to tell his wife about his 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!”