"The Squeegee King"

We bought a house full of windows. Big windows. We revel in the light. Yet it never seemed the right time to have the windows washed. We could do it ourselves. It was raining, or we were remodeling or we thought maybe the birds wouldn't run into the windows if they could see the dirt. Then all of a sudden, WE could barely see out We had run out of excuses, so I called Moises.

He arrived this morning in a truck that said The Squeegee King with a license plate that said TheSqueegee King in a shirt that said…you guessed it! Covering his shoes with bootees as he stepped inside, he made an immediate friend of Ozzie, and in four hours had every window (even the one in the garage) sparkling clean inside and out…so clean, in fact that WE will be running into them!

"It's all in the tools", he said, modestly.

Given the fact that I observed OilMan wandering around the house twice this morning looking for his coffee cup, he might take note of the fact that Moises wears all the necessary tools on his person, so that no motion is wasted looking for the right squeegee. And the wrist action as he wielded his tools was poetry in motion.

The sky is filled with fluffy white clouds today. The forecast is , a "slight" chance of rain. Or is it a "sleight" amount of rain?
Two sure fire ways to make sure it rains:
1) Forget your umbrella
2) Have all the windows washed