We stopped in our local window cleaning supply business in Pittsburgh and at first we were just by ourselves,on a rainy day. I was with my partner,my wife, my love Mercedes.
We’re picking up window cleaning supplies; blades, some blue hucks and soap. As we were being waited on about four other window cleaning companies came in. I recognized a few of them, good guys salt of the earth types.
It seems that window cleaners are the hardest working people on the planet. And what it seemed is that no one was talking to each other and my wife was thinking that no one could hear her. When in reality you could hear a pin drop in the place.
She says out loud to me “Are those the window cleaners? Is that the enemy?
“You can tell thatÂ everyone in the room was curious what I was going to say. As if their ears got bigger it seemed to have gotten quieter too. I turned back to my wife, my partner in the business and said to her “no glass is the enemy, these are my brothers in arms no swords, just squeegees ”
I know it sounds cheesy but it’s true there is this unspoken bond this fraternity of window cleaners.
Now I don’t know if there’s a patron saint for window cleaners but there should be! High-rise window cleaning can be quite dangerous. I would like to say that every window cleaner that I’ve ever met I would consider them to be a brother and I try to operate my business that way. I love to talk about business I am passionate about cleaning windows. Save the chest bumping for somethingÂ elseÂ there is enough glass out there any how. Â IÂ operateÂ aÂ straightÂ forward business. I bid on jobs and I win some and lose some.
Do you think fellow window cleaners are brothers or the enemy?