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 night stand 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."