“Window Cleaning: Streaks, Smudges, and Bird Judgments”

By BIS Nin Texas — We clean like legends. You live like one.

Windows: they’re your view to the world, your source of sunlight, and the silent witnesses to your neighbor’s questionable lawn gnome collection. But when was the last time you cleaned them? Exactly. Window cleaning is the forgotten chore—until you realize you’ve been looking at life through a haze of fingerprints and dust.

Scene 1: The Smudge Symphony

You spray the glass. You wipe. The smudge spreads. You wipe again. It multiplies. You wonder if your window is possessed. You finally give up and call it “modern art.”

“I didn’t clean the smudge. I curated it.”

Scene 2: The Bird Bombardment

You wake up to sunlight… and a fresh bird gift. You sigh. You clean it. The bird returns the next day. You start to suspect it’s personal.

“My window is less glass, more pigeon diary.”

Scene 3: The Streak Olympics

You finish cleaning. You step back. The sun hits the window. Streaks everywhere. You cry. You try again. You invent new curse words. You accept that streak-free glass is a myth.

“Streak-free? Lies. All lies.”

Scene 4: The Mystery Handprint

You see a handprint. Too high for you. Too low for anyone else. You wonder if ghosts are pressing against your window. You clean it anyway, whispering, “Not today, Casper.”

“My window doubles as a paranormal activity detector.”

Scene 5: The Neighbor’s Commentary

You’re mid-clean when your neighbor walks by. They nod approvingly. You feel judged. You scrub harder, as if competing in an Olympic sport. You win gold in “Passive-Aggressive Window Cleaning.”

“I don’t clean for me. I clean for the neighborhood gossip.”

REFLEXIÓN FINAL:

Cleaning windows is part comedy, part battle, and part existential crisis. But once you’re done, the world looks brighter, your home feels lighter, and even the birds seem impressed—until tomorrow.