willprevale
3rd March 2005, 20:43
Having reached the age of 65, planb 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 for his driver's license to verify his age. Planb looked in his pockets and realized, to his great dismay, that he had left his wallet on the night stand in the bedroom. He told the lady that he was very sorry, but seemed to have left his wallet at home. "I'll have to go get it and come back later," he said. At that point, she said, "Unbutton your shirt."
He was somewhat confused, but opened his shirt, revealing lots of curly silver hair. She said, "That hair on your chest is proof enough for me," and, with that, she promptly processed his application.
When planb got home, he couldn't wait to tell his lady friend about his experience at the Social Security Office. She listened to the whole story and then said....
"You shoulda dropped your pants . . . you might have gotten disability. :laugh
Told ya I wuz gonna git even
He was somewhat confused, but opened his shirt, revealing lots of curly silver hair. She said, "That hair on your chest is proof enough for me," and, with that, she promptly processed his application.
When planb got home, he couldn't wait to tell his lady friend about his experience at the Social Security Office. She listened to the whole story and then said....
"You shoulda dropped your pants . . . you might have gotten disability. :laugh
Told ya I wuz gonna git even