An apartment building at the end of our block is being gut-renovated. This morning as Ethan and I walked to school we noticed that the workers had removed all but one fire escape from the front facade. There were two guys standing on the last remnant.
I said to Ethan, "I don't think I'd want to be one of those guys unscrewing the last bolts."
Ethan said, "Dad, I'm pretty sure they've thought this through."