Urge to kill… rising…

I go to start some laundry.

Some guy is in there putting his laundry into the dryer at the same time I am putting my laundry into the washer.

The washer takes half the time of the dryer, so I wait for the amount of time the dryer takes to go switch my laundry from the washer to the dryer.

I’m a few minutes late.

The dryer has probably been off 5-10 minutes when I head to the laundry room.

When I get there someone else’s clothes are already in the dryer.

Their laundry can’t have been in the dryer more than 5-10 minutes.

My wet laundry is on top of the dryers.

They must have taken my laundry out of the washer almost immediately after it finished washing and snuck their crap into those machines in the extra time between my washers finishing and the first guy’s dryers finishing.

That’s already rude.

And pointless, unless they were planning to do exactly what they did next.

They decided their laundry should get to go immediately into the dryer.

No jumping in line, asshat!

Had half a mind to take their sopping wet shit and put it on the table, but I’m not that crabby today.

Complaining here instead.

Still contemplating murder, but only theoretical murder.

I hate doing laundry so very much.