Window Washers

There is currently a young man hanging from a harness and rope just outside the window to my left. I desperately want to stare at his contraptions and rapelling (not to mention squeegee) techniques, but he’s… like… right there.

And just like that, he’s finished our windows and has moved down to the next, leaving only his pair of ropes swaying and bouncing from side to side across our view.

I will try to resist the urge to run to the elevator, head to the roof and fireman-slide down the entire length of 40-story rope.

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