But I Didnt Shoot The Deputy
Yesterday, we drove to the far off land of Charlotte, NC because we had been summoned by CIS to get our fingerprints taken, as part of completing our application to the US Government for adopting internationally. We didnt really know what to expect. But we found the building (it was rather unimpressive for being government operated) and got in line. It was a speedy process of filling out some paperwork and waiting for our number to be called. When I sat down it was on:
And I was:
(Steve was 516). So, not long at all. While we waited, Steve and I talked about getting ink on our hands and the ink they use and blah blah blah. We were definitely shown our ignorance when we got up to the computer terminals and realized that our prints would be taken via biometric scanners. I was really excited by the process, but apparently I had a hard time relaxing my hands. She had to keep rescanning my fingers (which they do in sets, and then one by one). I took so long that Steve was finished before me. She kept shaking my hands (which, btw, is not exactly relaxing, but alarming). Eventually it okayed my prints and we were able to leave. She wouldnt let me take a picture, though. So you’ll just have to enjoy these exterior shots of us post fingerprinting.
