Feeling unneighborly
I made my first attempt to do laundry at 10:30am. Washers were full.
Went back at 11. nothing doing. at about 11:30 I was able to put my laundry in. As the dryers were already humming I figured this might work out. Around 12:15 I went down again. dryers done, clothes still in them.
Ditto 12:45, 1:00, 1:30, 2:00
at 2:15 I went down with a note. A not-quite-as-nasty-as-I-felt note asking my neighbor to, in the future, have more respect for his neghbors. When I got there the dryers were buzzing...because the same guy had restarted his wash. Evidently one drying cycle plus 2 hours of sitting in the dryer hadn't done it.
2:45 dryer done, clothes still there.
Ditto 3:35.

I have to leave at 5. Which means my stuff needs to be in the dryer by 4.

there's no where for me to put his clean clothese without being #1 bitch. There's a table...covered in dust and lint. The top of the washers and dryers are equally gross.

not to mention that I don't really want to touch someone else's clothing.

I might cry or scream or yell. I've treid slamming the laundry room door. I've had loud "I HATE MY NEIGHBORS" conversations in my kitchen with windows and door open.

The note I left at 2:15 has still not been read. It's 3:45. 3:45. That means I've been trying to do laundry for 5 hours and all I have to show for it is 2 loads of crumpled sopping clean but wet clothing. Sure, some of it is now draped all over my apartment to "air dry"--which really means to hang and wrinkle while the cat attempts to sniff it.

For the love of the sweet baby jeesus I am one short temper away from wanting to throw his clean laundry in the dumpster. I don't know who he is (and assume "he" from the boxer shorts, but it could be "they"-most apartments are couples). However, there are only 12 apartments in the building. Unless "he" is Nestor, my 100 year old downstairs neighbor there's no excuse.

I'm going to scream now.
- posted by Heidi @ 3:42 PM