After retiring, I went to the Leicester City office to apply for a
bus pass. The woman behind the counter asked me for my
driver's license to verify my age. I looked in my pockets and 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
my curly silver hair.
She said, "That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me."
And she processed my application.
When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the
office. She said, "You should have dropped your pants...
You might have gotten disability, too."
:doh: