You've got to be kidding me...

Its been a rollercoaster past day or so. Last night, the plan was still "yes, come ride bikes for the weekend!" But by today, the plan had changed to "Ty in the hospital for sleep studies and surgery..." So no visit this week. That's alright though, I'm going to go the first weekend he is home after surgery. That will be more fun anyways, he'll be feeling much better and hopefully relieve the pressure will fix all of his issues (no balance, droopy eye and lip, etc).

Since I was bored and didn't have any packing or kid-prepping to do, I figured I would head down to the police station to get my fingerprints for my camp background check. Simple, no? Oh no, let the adventure begin...

Before even leaving, I decided I should call the station to make sure they don't have weird, limited printing hours. So I looked up the police station phone number on the City of Weirton website. -ahem- The City of Weirton website. I dial the number and some woman at a county dispatch center answers and has no idea, so she transfers me to someone who will. Strike one. Person #2 similarly had no idea but gave me a number to call (the real police station number) for someone who would definitely know. Yeah, too bad no one wanted to answer the phone at that number. Strike two.

Strike three was a glorious, theatrical miss of a swing. Spun around a few times before losing balance and falling over... that is how ridiculous the final nail in my fingerprinting coffin was.

I walked into the police station and just managed to catch a glimpse of the secretary walking out of her little bullet proof bunker. She won't be back anytime soon. So I rang the little service bell once and waited. Twice and waited some more. Nothing. Finally, someone starts coming out of the door back into the rest of the station, sees me and asks if she can help me with anything. I then request to be fingerprinted and am told... wait for it, wait for it... that the police are currently out of ink for fingerprinting and since its "special ink, ya know, honey," they will not be able to ship it out until at least Tuesday. Strike 3. I'm out.

Now seriously, how--HOW?!?!?!--can a police station be out of fingerprinting ink... I'm no law enforcement expert or anything but I would place ink right below gun and handcuffs on the list of police necessities. Heck, it can even go above gun since Weirton isn't really known for its shootouts. But, no, apparently ink is not such a necessity. I would just like to know what happens when they arrest someone in the next few days... Let those prints slide?