As previously described in this blog, The Window Gal does
not like heights. From time to time I
find it necessary in my job to attempt to access something that is just a bit
out of my reach. Normally, I look around
me to see if I might employ somebody else to ascend the lofty height to perform
this task for me. Other times I find
myself all alone and left to my own devices.
I remember an incident a couple of years ago when a builder was supposed
to meet me at a construction jobsite to confirm some rough openings. He was running late and phoned me and
instructed me to go up to the attic and measure a specific window opening that
he had a question about. I hung up the
phone and began the search for “the elevator”.
My heart began to sink as I realized there was no such conveyance and I
found a ladder that was already in place and seemed to stretch to the heavens
and disappeared into the darkness of the attic.
I looked around and saw that all the workers were busy with their jobs
and I felt reluctant to impose so I stood there and waited for the builder to
show up.
To that builder, I am sure that the ladder in question
looked a little like this:
To The Window Gal, the same ladder looked more like this:
When the builder arrived, I had already rehearsed my
explanation which was that the fire truck that would be needed to rescue me, had
I climbed the ladder, wouldn’t have been able to get past the heavy equipment already
on the jobsite.
