Every two weeks or so I am reminded of the height of the inconvenience and pain of doing laundry without having a personal washing machine and dryer. I have to find a place willing to exchange bills for quarters; then I have to gather all my laundry, balancing the laundry detergent atop my leaning tower of clothes; finally, I have to make the trek across the complex to the laundry room. After I press start, I carefully watch the time, lest someone rifle through my clothes to steal my underwear, yet again. Unfortunately, tonight I was reminded of the extent of a person's decided lack of respect and consideration for the belongings of another. Within minutes of my dry time finishing, I walked into the laundry room to find two piles of clothes: a pile of dark clothes on the left, dry, and a pile of light clothes on the right, still soaking wet. An easy solution would be to run them through another cycle while simultaneously refraining from writing a note sure to land on passiveaggressivenotes.com. Unfortunately, I was unable to do even this as the person who felt it necessary to discard my clothes on the table, still wet, also decided to take all four available dryers. I have no idea if one of my dryers simply failed to dry my clothes, or if the person took my clothes out mid-cycle. Regardless, a public thank you is in order: thank you, sir or madam, for also failing to remove all of my clothes; I am now missing a number of socks and the like. In the future, please be more considerate in your moment of deep lack of courtesy and ensure all of my clothes are actually in the dripping pile you leave on the table.
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