whoa! there is a guy on a rope washing my window right now. we're about a foot apart, separated by some really crazy thick glass, 20 stories up. and he's hanging, from what i can see, by a rope with some sort of belay system. crazy. i don't think i could do that job even if it paid tons of money. maybe if it was part of a one-time dare for lots of money, like on a reality show, but i would probably have to be drugged up.
i hate heights.