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I argued with a government lackey and lost. The blow came after my hospital bill victory, so it stung that much more. I was forced to go and get a third set of prints today, which took an hour and had the cop muttering the line, "these prints resemble someone who's dead." The guy who was ahead of me was in and out the door in less than 15 minutes.

The cop taking the prints was a new guy. I tried giving him the head's up about my iffy prints but he scoffed. "If anyone could get them, I can." Then it was my turn to scoff. I told him to prepare to eat his words. He gave me a raised eyebrow.

An hour, and a stinky sweaty shirt later, he gave me a set of prints he believes will be bumped out of the system again. He kept saying he'd never ever ever seen prints like that. Even old people have some prints, better than what I had, what the hell do you do?!

"Blog about this...."

He'd put his thumb on the machine and BOOM! accepted. You could see distinctive swirls and lines and whorls. He's put my thumb on the machine and all you could see was a smudge of smudginess. DENIED! He was frustrated and beginning to act like I was doing it on purpose. I asked him if he'd keep his gun snapped in the holster. No need to go postal on the machine, or me, dude.

I am praying that the government lackey that told me they accept the third set no matter what wasn't lying to get me off the phone. On the way out the door, with smudgy prints in hand, I told the cop that I'd see him in a month or so once his handiwork had been officially rejected. He openly winced.

DENIED!