Fingerprints

One of the most disturbing things in the world has to be these words. "You have to be fingerprinted."

Imagine you're me: sweet, innocent, happy go lucky little me, getting a job this summer that you are absolutely ecstatic about, and you cannot wait to begin.
Then, suddenly, from the place where you are a brand new employee, you get a short letter with these words, "Anyone working with children we ask to take this safety precaution, blab, blab, blab."
Suddenly, you find yourself plopped into a formal looking office, looking around at all this odd looking stuff, being passed by criminals.....and a state trooper has you by the arm and tells you to relax your hand so you don't smudge the ink. Everything's a blur...you start wondering how something as simple as getting a job at a summer camp can be this confusing...even disturbing.
With a sigh of relief, you shake yourself. The trooper is a family friend, and he's not glaring at you, merely at the ornery ink. There is an officer glaring your little sister out of countenance, and saying that she looks dangerous, but the sparkle in his eyes shows he's kidding. Your mom and the troopers are talking and laughing, and the fingerprinting is over. He pushes you towards a little bowl and says to put your inky fingers in there to get rid of the black mess.
You glance into the bowl with a happy nod, glad it's over....then pause. It's filled with a yellowish-orange goo, and there's a fuzzy, grayish cloud floating in the middle. you pause. "Ummm.....Mr. _______, i don't think I want to risk it." you call over your shoulder, half laughing, half sincere. He comes back in with a few paper towels, and grins. "Now look, if you can muck stalls you can at least do this." he replies. The officer glaring at your sister turns. "That's right, it's just like mucking stalls." he encourages.
With a sigh and another hesitation, you give in. What a yicky sensation. But it's soon over, you hand the inky paper towels back to your family's friend, and before you know it, you're back out in the sunny parkinglot, headed for the car. Your sister is still giggling nervously over the glaring officer, but you're feeling fun and fancy free. That had to be one of the wierdest experienc