He was another one of those really thorough window washers, meticulously scrubbing every piece of glass on his car. He was maybe 40 years old, looking at me through his big glasses. He sold Hustler lawn-mowers, or at least worked for the company, based on the logo on his shirt.
"If you want," he said when I asked him my question. He seemed pretty disinterested. He turned his attention to the gas pump. I just prayed. Who knows how it may affect him and his faith? After I finished, I thanked him. He just nodded.
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