We had lots of laundry to do, and those jeans had been sitting in the only two washers not in use, unattended, for at least fifteen minutes. So I did what I’ve been doing, and people have been doing to me, since I got to college; I moved the jeans to the top of the dryer.
Yes, that awkward moment when someone comes in after you’ve moved their clothes happened.
1. I hope she was having a terrible day that could explain her tone and manners (or lack thereof).
2. I hope her husband got over his blatant embarrassment marked by his sheepish silence.
3. I hope I have the chance to run into her again on better terms.
It was an “Um did you move these? Yeah, we don’t do that here – don’t touch our stuff.” I apologized, explained we had waited but didn’t know how long we should wait, and apologized again. I continued to try and get to know our new neighbors by asking where they were from, how long they’d been married, and where they went to school. I got one cut off with word answers and no smiles. Yikes.
Ben and I spent the rest of the night brainstorming possible responses:
Option 1: Well, what do you do here then when someone leaves their clothes sitting unattneded in an unused washer and you need to do laundry?
Option 2: Oh, if its in the middle of a cycle, or sitting in your apartment, I will never touch it. I don’t particularly enjoy moving other peoples stuff, especially when its when clothes. But if its just sitting in a machine I need, and pay to use, then I’m sorry, but I will move it every time.
There were a few more we’d never really actually say. Maybe I’m a terrible person. Hopefully this girl and I can end up being friends. And hopefully, her day didn’t end as terrible as it sounded.
What do you think? After how long is it appropriate to move someone’s laundry if you share a communal apartment laundry space? Does it make a difference if its jeans or intimates? How would you have handled that situation?