On retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for my pension.  The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver’s license to verify my age, but I realized I had left my wallet at home. I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later.

The woman said, ‘Unbutton your shirt’.  So I opened my shirt revealing all the curly silver hair on my chest.

She said, ‘That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me’ and she processed my application.

When I got home, I  told my wife what had happened.  She said, ‘You should have dropped your trousers. You might have been given a disability pension too.’

And then the fight started.