I was in my bedroom the other day when I hear this loud, dull thumping on my living room window. This might sound odd in and of itself, but I also happen to live on the 23rd floor of a high rise. I walked out into my living room, wondering if for some reason a bunch of birds have lost their minds and are hurling themselves against my window, to see this:
(Granted, the picture might have come out better if I'd used a flash, but I was trying to be surreptitious; the job looks harrowing enough without having to worry about freaky women photographing you from their apartments.)
The guy was scrabbling back and forth across the window, suspended by only a harness, washing as he went. It's not the type of job I thought I'd ever go for, but it looked downright fun.
This city living is going to take some getting used to...
(Granted, the picture might have come out better if I'd used a flash, but I was trying to be surreptitious; the job looks harrowing enough without having to worry about freaky women photographing you from their apartments.)
The guy was scrabbling back and forth across the window, suspended by only a harness, washing as he went. It's not the type of job I thought I'd ever go for, but it looked downright fun.
This city living is going to take some getting used to...