Every year, rain or shine, I get my annual (that's what makes it every year) Social Security Benefits Statement from the friendly folks at our Federal government. I'm not sure if it's supposed to be a warning or a message of support, but I always take it as a warning. I'm funny that way.
For those of you who don't already know, I'm 50 years old, in spite of where I shop. My choice of retail clothing establishments does not figure in on the estimated value of my retirement benefits. Shame.
I found at least one portion of the statement interesting. If I work until age 62 (egad), my monthly payment would be $1,332 a month, or roughly enough to qualify for free government cheese and an occasional free clinic visit. That's if I work another 12 years. If however, I should have a house fall on me or get hit by a stray asteroid particle and become "permanently disabled," I could collect $1,843 a month. So go figure.
As an able-bodied [almost] senior citizen, I'm entitled to $1,332. As a disabled hunk of protoplasm, taking up space better suited for others and entirely on the government dole, I would collect an extra $500.
Somebody get me a hammer and a wheelchair.