Flashers on The Following Floor
A friend and I started working for a window washing company when they guy showing us the ropes told us that we were in for a treat on the next floor down. It turns out that the ladies on the floor had a habit of giving the washers a show. At the same time, my mother calls me when I hear a commotion in the background. She tells me about a tradition that the staff has that she “missed out on.” I later found out, through my new window washing friend, after we have dinner with my mom, that she’s a flasher.