Fatale Abstraction

Tuesday was my first night at the CHL class. *YAYS*

It's a very enjoyable class, and the information was easy to absorb, even if the subject can be quite grave. The people who run my pistol club referred me to this instructor. He's witty, engaging and knows what he's doing. The time flew by.

Before class, though, we filled out forms, did the fingerprinting and had our glamour shots taken. The very starched-and-pressed young officer who did the thumbprints set about his business. We lined up a few at a time. He was a model of efficiency, and I heard him ask each person if they'd been fingerprinted before. I figured "we're in this law-abiding citizen environment. why not have a little fun?" Came my turn, he said to me "have you been printed before?" and I said "well, just that one time, but I was very, very drunk." He turned his face to mine, a little wide-eyed, and I quickly said "just kidding." He laughed. I said "but I suppose you hear that all the time" and he said "no, actually, you're the first."

Heh heh.