Took daring daughter to the police station yesterday so she could be fingerprinted, so she could get an FBI background check done, so she can get a visa that will allow her to stay in Argentina for more than just a couple of months.
The entry hall to the police station was a little strange. There was a largish lobby, a glassed in reception desk, and a big hall that led around the corner. All the doors off the hall were closed. The only other people there were a couple of other civilians. The receptionist showed up, behind the glass, after a couple of minutes. No one else in evidence. The police station wouldn't, or couldn't help. They sent us to the Sheriff's office.
The Sheriff's office was even better, or worse. Big building, huge entrance hall. I want to say it was a hundred feet square and two stories tall. It has a fancy polished stone floor and a soaring abstract sculpture ceiling, and just like the police station, no people at all. There was one fellow at a desk near the entrance, and there were a couple of people in each of the two offices we visited, but that was about it. I did see maybe half a dozen other people in the lobby in the twenty minutes we spent waiting on the fingerprints. Really weird, and kind of spooky. I wanted to take some pictures, but all I got was a couple of empty hallways before my battery died.
Fingerprinting has gone high tech - no more ink. They do it with a digital scanner, and then print them out. The prints on the card look just like they were done the old way with an ink pad, but there are no extraneous smudges. And we got three identical copies.
Update February 2017 replaced missing picture.
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