when i went to have my fingerprints redone
as part of a routine teacher employment screening
that happens every few years
i wasn’t really prepared
for the fingerprint tech
with her no-nonsense voice
barking out my name from a backroom
where i was waiting with a random group of people,
“BETH!”
walking in
she began talking at me
through her plastic protection shield
telling me to relax
big, scary nails
shaking out my hands
i tried to connect with a bit of small talk
telling me not to tell her anything
not printed on my paperwork
or i’d have to start the process all over again
beginning with making a new appointment
telling me not to ask her to repeat anything
just do what i was told
“are you hearing what i’m telling you?”
“kind of..”
from that point on
she spoke at me using an even louder voice
former military/law enforcement/bad prison experience?
was i going to have to drop and do 100 push-ups?
i feel like she has a story..
almost felt like it was a hazing
or a police sting operation
did they know about my parking ticket from way back in grad school
that may have gone unpaid
when i was hoping for amnesty?
—
“values are like fingerprints. nobody’s are the same, but you leave ’em all over everything you do.”
-elvis presley