Thoughts...while on hold for 1h 15m with the Social Security Administration

It could happen...and happen...and happen to you! WRITTEN & ILLUSTRATED by PETER MOORE

AS A MAN OF A CERTAIN AGE, I find myself peering down life’s long road and asking: Is there an ATM down there?

Turns out there is. It’s called the Social Security Administration, and I’ve been handing over money to them since age twelve, when I had my first job as a counselor at Camp Teepee, in Monroe, Connecticut. As a return on all my years of forced contributions, the least they could do is hire a few more operators at the call center. How long can I afford to wait?

OTOH, listening to hold music does give a man time to think about all sorts of things…