Some Light Reading for the Holidays

Tom Margenau
Tue, 23 Dec 2025 23:00:00 -0800
Lifestyle

Around this time of year, who wants to read about boring old Social Security rules and regulations? So instead, I thought I'd share a few funny stories from the career of an old civil servant. And that would be me. Happy Holidays!

Let's Give This Man a Round of ... Snoring!

Very early in my career with the Social Security Administration, I was asked to fill in for a fellow employee who was sick. Here is the catch: I was a technician just recently hired and trained to take Social Security claims in an SSA office on the west side of Chicago. But the guy who called in sick was a long-time veteran of the agency who worked in public affairs. His job was to run around and give speeches to various community groups about the Social Security program. I was told I could take the rest of the day away from my claims-taking duties to prepare for this evening's talk before the "ladies auxiliary" of a local church. The topic would be Social Security widow's benefits.
Updated: Wed Dec 24, 2025

Around this time of year, who wants to read about boring old Social Security rules and regulations? So instead, I thought I'd share a few funny stories from the career of an old civil servant. And that would be me. Happy Holidays!

Let's Give This Man a Round of ... Snoring!

Very early in my career with the Social Security Administration, I was asked to fill in for a fellow employee who was sick. Here is the catch: I was a technician just recently hired and trained to take Social Security claims in an SSA office on the west side of Chicago. But the guy who called in sick was a long-time veteran of the agency who worked in public affairs. His job was to run around and give speeches to various community groups about the Social Security program. I was told I could take the rest of the day away from my claims-taking duties to prepare for this evening's talk before the "ladies auxiliary" of a local church. The topic would be Social Security widow's benefits.

I spent the next several hours preparing for this event. It would be my first time ever speaking to a group about Social Security. I wrote out a series of talking points on dozens of index cards. I prepared elaborate flip charts outlining key provisions of Social Security law. (This was long before PowerPoint presentations!) I fixed up some handouts. I put together a collection of Social Security pamphlets to pass out to audience members.

Just before 7 p.m. that evening, I showed up at the church in a quiet neighborhood in northwest Chicago. It took me several trips back and forth between my car and the church basement, where the meeting was being held, to get all of my paraphernalia and speaking materials organized. To my surprise, I noticed that this church's ladies' auxiliary was made up of less than a dozen older women — and I mean "older." It looked to me like there wasn't a soul in the room under the age of 80!

They held their own meeting first, which went on for almost an hour. By the time I was invited to get up and speak, two or three of the oldest ladies were already sound asleep!

I dutifully "took the stage" and began my overly organized and way-too-detailed speech about widows' benefits. It quickly became apparent to me that the audience members were almost all getting such benefits already. So I really didn't have anything new or relevant to tell them. (I learned later that the president of the group was the only non-widow in the bunch. She was the one who requested the topic, but she failed to show up for the evening's presentation!)

Anyway, after about 20 minutes, I realized that all of my preparations had been for naught. By then, several more of the audience members had nodded off! I asked if anyone had questions. Not a single hand went up, and there was nary a peep from the crowd — although there was some snoring! The lady in charge came up to the front and said (and these were her exact words): "Thank you, Mr. Margenau. We really don't know what you said or why you came here tonight, but we appreciate it anyway."

Despite that terribly embarrassing performance, I would go on to make thousands of Social Security presentations to groups all around the country. In fact, I still do them today. And I haven't put anyone else to sleep since!

Flashing for a Disability Check

A few years later in my career, I was taking claims at the Social Security office in Billings, Montana. One day, I had a 30-something woman at my desk who wanted to file for disability benefits. When I got to the question that asked her to explain her disabling condition, she said she had "this rash on my chest that itches so bad I just can't keep a job." I tactfully explained to her that a rash was probably not a condition severe enough to meet the rather stringent definition of a "disability" for Social Security purposes. She told me (rightfully so) that she had every right to file for disability benefits. So I proceeded with the claim, and tried to get her to explain what the rash was or how she got it — and how exactly it prevented her from working.

She grew increasingly frustrated trying to put into words the answers to my questions. She finally said, "Here, just let me show you." And she proceeded to lift up the sweatshirt she was wearing — with no bra, by the way — to show me (and everyone else in the crowded office) her rash — and everything else that was under her shirt!

I was so flustered, I really don't have too much of a memory of what happened after that. My coworkers told me later that my face turned redder than any rash that woman had. Oh, and by the way, her disability claim was denied.

Just Another Day at the Beach

At one point during my career, I worked in the Social Security office in Everett, Washington. My job took me to the far reaches of that office's territory, including some islands in the Puget Sound. One day, I had to hand-deliver an emergency Supplemental Security Income payment to a disabled woman who suffered from severe depression. (As I've explained many times in this column, SSI is a federal welfare program managed by the Social Security Administration. It is not a Social Security benefit and is not funded by Social Security taxes.)

Anyway, when I got to her island home, which was really more of a shack, I was told that she was down on the nearby beach taking a walk. They pointed her out to me.

I walked down to the beach, and after jogging for maybe a quarter mile to catch up with her, I called out her name. Instead of stopping, she took off running as fast as she could. Of course, she had no idea who I was. Among other things, I shouted, "I have money for you." Finally, she slowed down, and just as I caught up with her, she quickly turned towards me, took a big stick she was carrying, and whacked me hard on the side of my head.

The next thing I remember, I was coming to lying on the sand with lots of people around me. She and her family apologized profusely. She said when she saw me chasing her and shouting something about money, she thought I was trying to proposition her! Maybe I should have shouted: "I'm with the government, and I'm here to help!"