Especially after this comment to yesterday's post:
And, just for the record, at least when I had to do it -- they HATE doing them for regular, law-abiding citizens like us. And, although the state says to give your mail to them to put in the mail for you, they refuse to do it. I found them to be really hostile about the whole thing. I'll look forward to seeing how it goes for you!!
Thank you, Ms. Beth.
You gave me such confidence.
I dressed even cuter today.
Put on a new jacket.
An adorable white one with a ruffles on the back.
Cuz you know, new clothes make you feel better about yourself.
I knew just where to go today.
Didn't run any yellow/red lights.
Wore my seatbelt the entire drive there.
Found a great parking spot.
And confidently walked into the building.
Through the metal detector.
And up to the window.
Mr. Master Controller: Can I help you?
Me: I need my fingerprints for a background check.
Mr. MC: Oh, we can't possibly do it before 1:00 today.
You might even want to call before you come.
Are. You. Kidding me? (again)
How difficult can this be?
Of course, I called my hubby.
To tell him all about it.
I was in a store.
He said: Just shop lift something.
Then I bet they'll have time to get your fingerprints.
I was joking yesterday when I said
It would be easier to get arrested.
I'm thinking it's not really a joke anymore.