I crack up the Social Security office

As an addendum to yesterday’s blog about babies and funerals in the Philippines, I spent the afternoon on the phone with the friendly people at Social Security. Since I am turning 62 this week, even though I will not yet avail myself of my Social Security retirement benefit, it reminded me that I had a couple questions.

I’d called Social Security once before and in both cases found the help I received excellent, especially considering it came from US government workers, generally considered about as friendly as Kim Jong Un after watching “The Interview.”

The previous time I spoke to a very nice woman, but this time it was a guy and somehow I can speak a little bit differently to a guy.

I asked him several fun questions, like what my 15 year old might receive if I die, and how I could keep her from just pissing it away at the mall.

Finally I said, “I am remarried to someone a bit younger and she wants a baby and I want to understand my options.” The man on the other end of the line starts giggling. I start cracking up also.

He said, “You’re a lucky man.”

“You have no idea,” I replied.

He continued, “I’m about to turn 50. My partner’s 61.”

“So you’ve done the opposite of me,” I said. “Good for you. It takes all kinds.”

“You’re a lucky man,” he repeated. By now we were laughing our asses off.

“Let’s just say that when I hit the milestone birthday I am about to celebrate my age will be the exact opposite of my wife’s.”

“Damn, you’re a lucky man!”

Later, when I related the story, Janet told me that I was just bragging and I suppose she’s right. But I got to figure that most people call Social Security out of sadness, desperation and with tales of woe. Me? I cracked the guy up. I thanked him for his help and agreed that in retirement I will be very very lucky.

 

 

7 thoughts on “I crack up the Social Security office”

  1. I got the opposite reaction in person when I went with my new bride last year to the local SS office, Dave. My wife (in all her youthful looks) and me (weathered – even for my age-late fifties) had walked up to the counter together and the lady was about my age-with a “dew” hanging earrings, ex lg size flower dress-and served us with pinched lips and a mono tone request for questions. I wanted tell tell her to lighten up a little-just because I chose not to “settle” in my 4th quarter of life..but just grinned quietly.

  2. @Steve:

    “weathered”

    LOL

    With your permission, I will use that from now on:

    “How old ARE you , anyway??”
    “I’m NOT……

    {wait for it…..
    ……wait for it……}

    ……I’m just WEATHERED’

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