I had douche-bags like that when I lived in an apartment. They would fill up all the washers and then leave for hours. When they finally would come back they would walk into the laundry room and bitch about their clothes "being touched" and would loudly threaten to throw other people's laundry on the floor. I opened the door and let them know not to touch my stuff. They eventually got evicted for domestic fighting in the hallways and for the guy setting his own car on fire in the parking lot.
Then I had a crazy Nigerian neighbor downstairs, and he did the same thing with his clothes. I put his clothes in his basket and when I came back out to get my clothes out the washer (yes I use the timer on my microwave) there was a note in my basket telling me "nobody touches his wife's clothes". No sooner did I read it, he came running up the stairs screaming. He grabbed my basket and threw it at me. I told him he was a P.O.S. and if he was unwilling to get his clothes on time, I would do it again. He then threatened to "cut me" and I asked him if I needed to call the cops. He told me "I ain't afraid of going to jail" and then just stared at me for a moment before walking away. If I had my concealed carry permit at that time, there would have probably been one less Nigerian scammer in the world.
I hated apartments. Then end. 🙂
