Post by ironbaden on Mar 2, 2007 16:16:39 GMT
Having reached the age of 62, I went to apply for Canada
Pension 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 Canada Pension Office. She listened to the whole story
and then said "You should have dropped your pants; you might have gotten
disability, too!"
Pension 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 Canada Pension Office. She listened to the whole story
and then said "You should have dropped your pants; you might have gotten
disability, too!"
