The Wash Cycle

One of the people who live in my building has figured out how to do their laundry for free. All they have to do is wait until someone else starts their wash and leaves the room. They take that laundry out of the machine and plops it on the floor.

One day I waited for the perp. I was standing next to the washers facing the door when he walked in. He looked scared to see me, not that it should be uncommon to find someone else in the laundry room. He left immediately; walked in, peeked in, walked out. When he came back he went and got his laundry out of the dryer. I watched him without saying a word. He refused to make eye contact. I walked out with him and watched him walk home.

I let him watch me watch him.

Someone else has drama laundry woes too:

I have written "you're welcome" over her note.