Sorry for reviving an oldish post, but I thought y'all might get a kick out of this...

Last week, my topless girlfriend actually saved the day.

Fishing a legth of 14-2 up a wall space for a surround speaker, I'm punched up through the flooring and bottom plate of this 2x4 exterior wall, stuffed to the gills with faced insulation, and furring strips on the outsides of the studs for the wooden siding. AND, the wall is at the outer edge of the block foundation, and the joist space is full of conduits, piping, and high voltage NM cable. This is the LAST place I would have ever chosen to snake through, but the customer's wishes and the layout of the upstairs made this spot the only possibility.

So I get a hole drilled finally, and have got the ubiquitous Greenlee metal tape shoved up in the hole, of course it's curled over itself seventy thousand times by now with all the crud in this hole. Thank God the speaker is a B&W CWM-650 and I've got a nice big hole in the drywall to work with...nevertheless, ALL my efforts to reach down that hole and retrieve the end of my tape are for naught...it's late, I'm tired, and all the nails from the siding sticking out of the furring have pretty much shredded the back of my hands...So I break for a cigarette and perhaps scan the want ads for any openings at Burger King.

So I come back in the room, and my Fiancee/Apprentice is up on the ladder, with her arm down the hole right up to her shoulder...I snicker a bit to myself and keep looking for my big-a$$ stick magnet to try next...I'm not optimistic...and I take another look across the room and now notice my little helper has removed her top, because the bulky sweatshirt is not letting her arm reach that last half-inch or so. You should have seen her standing on that ladder, in her bra, waving the end of the fish tape around and grinning a minute later.