We arose Thursday morning to the sound of ropes slapping against the windows as they were being dropped from the top of our building...it was our day for window washing. Put this one very near the top of the list of jobs I am glad I never had to do. I've washed plenty of windows in my time, but never higher off the ground than a five-foot step ladder. My pucker factor was higher than I like just from watching them from INSIDE THE APARTMENT.Later in the day, 
Karen saw them waiting on their bus after their work was done, and sure enough, the backs of their shirts are emblazoned "Spiders."
Karen saw them waiting on their bus after their work was done, and sure enough, the backs of their shirts are emblazoned "Spiders." We're glad there are people willing to do this job, because the windows do get very dusty and then on the foggy days this time of year, the condensate runs down the glass in little rivulets of mud and pretty soon you can hardly see out. We definitely have a clearer view of the world now.
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