Monday, June 29, 2015
What I Did Over The Weekend
Got my passport renewed, and came across that dratted old problem that I don't really have fingerprints. Whenever I have to get them taken the print-taker agonizes and agonizes and finally accepts some smudge or other.
How about that? You could argue that snakes don't have fingers, naturally. But I have fingers, not just fingerprints. It's unlikely that I have adermatoglyphia (though my mom has no fingerprints at all) , because it looks like something called "damaged fingerprints." They try to be real fingerprint whorls but fail miserably. Sigh. That's the story of my life.
I was once told that my prints are worn down from all that housework! People are so funny.