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 it at home. I told the woman 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 chest hair.
She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me' and she processed my benefits application.
When I got home, I told my wife about my experience at the Centrelink office.
She said, 'You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability too.'
And then the fight started...