I went to the laundry room in my apartment block to put in another two loads into the dryer…and I find out one of my loads was put into the dryer ahead of time. Fortunately, the load was washed, I didn’t like the fact that the guy who did it did so without my permission. I bit my tongue as he explained it away, talking some bulls**t about one of the washers not working. I swear, there is no such thing as civility and waiting one’s turn anymore, and that does get me pissed off.
Owie…my tongue hurts.

I’ve done that.  Simply because I got tired of waiting for the owners of the wash to show up and knew that if I didn’t it’d be that much longer I’d have to wait for a dryer.

Time is money.  Time (nor wash/dry) waits for no man!  hehehe

You know, Mack.  You’re right!  It’s like when I’m pulling out of my driveway or a parking space and a car simply drives right around me as I do it.  What, you can’t wait a whole 4 seconds while I hit the break, place it in drive and move forward?!