Today I had my second fingerprinting appointment. The final test. Would I prove capable of producing a decent enough fingerprint for the machines to recognize once and for all?
As a matter of fact, I did!
On the screen, my fingerprints looked like ancient maps, barely legible and crisscrossed with wrinkles. Still, even with a weird hole in the middle of one of the images—nail polish residue?—, the System accepted my fingerprints this time around, and the process moved swiftly into the next phase.
I didn’t even want to believe the lady at the office when she said the fingerprints had been accepted. We both cheered when the acceptance notification popped up.
My hard work paid off, even if my keyboard is now all shiny and slippery from all the hand lotion.