I’m doing exterior building wash and exterior window cleaning for two banks this evening. Both have to be done after hours so I started pressure washing at 5pm
First one is completed, that was 2.5 hours drive so I did it first. That finished at 7.30pm
Drove an hour back towards home for the second bank. Now it’s 8.30pm and I’m jealous of all the happy people in the pubs at the other end of town.
So about 15 years ago I was cleaning the sidewalks in front of a Walmart at about 2 in the morning. Two weeks before Christmas. Bad part of town. Pouring rain and cold. I get down to the garden center and reach behind the soda machines to unplug them so I don’t trip a gfi. About 5 minutes later someone throws a heavy, wet tarp over me that is so heavy it forces me to the ground. I can’t get up. I can’t get to my pancake holster. I’m waiting for the blows and kicks to begin. After about two minutes I crawled out from under the 25 foot tall inflatable Santa Claus that I unplugged and went back to work. I don’t work nights anymore. If someone was in the parking lot watching that sucker descend on me unawares they got a show for sure.
