Seeing Is Believing

Absolutely friggin' classic: Bush Sings U2's "Sunday Bloody Sunday"

With everything going on in the world + the brutal heat (yes, I know most of you are 20 degrees over what we have here in SF, but it's still too hot) + being exhausted from reading about the former and running around all day in the latter = me, contentedly at home on a Saturday night.

A couple of hours ago, I stood on my fire escape in shorts and a tank top, deep in the midst of a cleaning frenzy, scrubbing the outside of my filthy kitchen window. The sun had finally disappeared to the west, leaving me shaded by my own building and thus, far more comfortable.

Suddenly, from the sidewalk three stories below I hear, "Hey, you want your windows cleaned?" And I look down to see a young, mustached fellow holding a long squeegee and bucket. As if he sensed that, somewhere among the busy streets of lower Nob Hill, somewhere a clean-freaky damsel in distress might be struggling to reach every square inch of her windows and thus be in dire need of his immediate assistance! Such a man is a superhero of the highest order. I mean, Batman, Superman, et al, are decent guys and all, but none would take time out from battling evil to bother with inconsequential tasks such as cleanliness. Leave that to Window Man!

And so it was that a kind, black leather-clad lad climbed up the ladder to my fire escape and dutifully scrubbed the outside of my windows to a crystal-clear sheen the likes of which I have never been privileged to behold in all my years as a big-city dweller.

And so it is that I can now see with far better clarity than I should into the windows of dozens of other city dwellers, providing endless hours of entertainment and rendering my cable TV completely unnecessary. Thank you, Window Man!

Posted by ayelet at July 22, 2006 08:42 PM