Could you do his job? Could you hang out over I Street NW, 10 floors up, suspended only by two thin ropes?
Could you then focus on cleaning my window? Clear your mind of distractions and daydreams that might get you killed?
Could you then do it again and again, untold number of times over untold number of days?
I know I couldn’t. That first step, the leaning out over traffic 100ft below, that would freeze me in fear, never mind the washing.
Props these men then deserve, for they clean where I fear, clearing my view for distractions and daydreams.
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