When I was a kid I honestly thought that by the time one reached the ripe old age of thirty, one would have figured out all the rules of common decency. Talking during a movie, interrupting someone who is talking, chewing with one's mouth open... all of these were activities for ignorant teenagers and selfish twenty-somethings. How wrong I was.
I am fresh from returning from the laundry room downstairs, and I am blood-bubbling-in-my-ears angry. Yet again, some jackass has left his laundry in the dryer all morning long, ruining my perfectly planned laundry ritual for the day. Four washers and four dryers for an entire apartment building-- it doesn't take a brain surgeon to figure out that leaving your shit in the dryer all day might cause a bit of inconvenience for the rest of the building. And yet, every time I go downstairs with a load, I seem to run into the same problem.
L's response is simple: 'Just take it out,' he says. A good idea in theory, but every time I've been tempted to do that I get freaked out by the idea of putting my hands on a stranger's chonies, no matter how freshly washed they may be. Besides, I always reason, I would be pretty pissed if I just spent a dollar drying my clothes and found them in a wrinkled heap on the table.
This morning, however, I'd had it. I held my breath (not sure why), reached into the dryer, and pulled out someone else's gym socks and tidy whities. Gross. I left them crumpled next to the laundry bag sitting in the room and got to work on my own stuff, afraid the person who owned the clothes would choose that moment to come downstairs and collect his things. He didn't, so before I left I crumpled them one last time for good measure.
I realize this will probably not teach this person any sort of lessons about common courtesy. If anything, he probably won't even realize he left a load of laundry in the dryer for days. He will come downstairs and say, 'Cool, someone took my stuff out for me,' and all my wasted passive aggressive energy will be for naught.
Did I get this angry at rude people in my twenties? I don't remember. I guess a woman knows she's in her thirties when something like laundry can consume her with such rage.