Then, of a sudden, Morrison looked up and said, "Oh, crap! Here we go again!"
Moments later a small shadow flashed across the building front, and awed onlookers yelled: "Is that a big bird?"
"Is that a small plane?"
"Is that a suicide diver?"
"It's okay, folks," Casey yelled to the crowd while Morrison ran to the company truck and hurried back with a lightweight plastic tub filled with foam rubber. "That's just Jake the window washer, but we call him Soaper Man on account every so often he takes the notion to make like Superman and dive three stories into this here tub."
Seconds later Soaper Man hit the tub, bounced a time or two, landed on his feet and bowed all around to the gawking crowd.
Casey and Morrison both shook their heads and thought for the hundredth time, "One of these days that idiot's gonna smash hisself flatter than a pancake!"