Adoption Fingerprints and Annoying Salesman

Yesterday we got our biometrics (fingerprints) done for NBC (USCIS). These prints are electronic and much easier to get than ink prints. The computer tells you on the spot if the print isn't good so it can be redone if necessary.

I have to say that the people in the San Antonio USCIS office are always super nice and accommodating. If I had to deal with fingerprinting people all day, I don't think I'd be nearly as patient or helpful as they are. But they are patient and helpful, and they are always smiling.

So what's the point in getting our fingerprints done? I honestly don't know. I mean if they want to make sure that we haven't started robbing banks in the past year I would think they could just rerun our previous prints. But just like our homestudy expires after approximately 13 months so do our fingerprints. And the government (ours? theirs? both?) says they must be redone. So we redo them. It doesn't shorten our wait. The only thing that shortens the wait is time. And each day is one day closer. ;)

Last night the doorbell rang. As a rule, I don't answer the door if I don't know who it is. I don't care if the dogs are barking, and Andrew's running through the house yelling, and it's obvious we're home. I don't answer the door. But my husband . . . he can't resist. So he answers. Of course it was a salesman. He was selling a security system that connects with your phone. I didn't go outside to talk with him. And the next thing I know he's walking around my house . . . not alone with Patrick but still . . . come on in. I tried to ignore the man, but he wasn't to be ignored. I hate the way salesmen are pushy and basically assume you're gonna buy their product without asking. Oh. My. Gosh. It was virtually impossible to get rid of him. No wasn't (isn't) in his vocabulary. Dude, give it up. Maybe Patrick learned his lesson . . .