Originally Posted by
Buck Rogers
Just finished washing my windows on a 30 foot ladder because I had nothing else constructive to do with my time. Took my wife out for a nice golf outing. Went to dinner. Drank beer. Knocked back a few honey jack cinnamon whiskey shots and thought to myself... "Damn, I'd rather be flying airplanes than D***king with washing these MF'ing windows on the outside of my house. 40 of them. Rather fly an airplane, than deal with that shiznit.
Or, I can be like some on here and say enough is enough. But I have 24 days off in a row, no vacation. WTF. Please protect me from me.
Cheers
A fall from a 30 foot ladder at worst could be fatal, if you're lucky you could just break a leg or end up in a wheel chair the rest of your life. I'd consider hiring a window washer for a couple hundred bucks. About 10 years ago a former governor of Nevada was cleaning his gutters in 100 degree heat, passed ou, fell off the ladder, cracked his head open and died.