Dante sighed tiredly as he looked up at the small Social Security office that sat on the edge of town. He let out another sigh before walking in the building. He didn't need social security, but you had insisted that he get social security. Why? Well that was for you to know and him to never find out.
He walked up to the woman at the counter who then asked for his license. He patted his pants feeling around for his wallet. He frowned realizing he didn't have it on him.
"Sorry I don't have it. I just have to leave I guess and come back later."
"No, well just take off your shirt please." Dante raised an eyebrow but did as he was told. The woman frowned but nodded none-the-less.
"That's proof enough for me." And with that said she processed his social security application.
"Hey guess what? I didn't even have to have the stupid license all I had to do was show her my chest!" You glanced at him before going back to your book.
"You should've dropped your pants, you might've gotten disability too."