He Stole the Washers. I Took My Time.

There’s an unspoken rule in shared laundry: don’t disappear. If your cycle ends, you come back. Not Basket Guy. Every Saturday, he hijacked three washers and vanished for hours. Left his baskets on top too, so no one could move his stuff without feeling rude. We left notes. Nothing changed. Last weekend, I found his cycles finished—ten minutes ago. Still no sign of him. So I emptied every washer. Folded his damp clothes. Sat down beside the dryers with a book. And waited. Forty minutes later, he walked in like he owned the place. Stopped cold. I smiled. “Of course, you always are.” Then I loaded all four dryers—with my clothes. His stayed folded on the table. His baskets? Moved to the locked Lost & Found. No key. No access. He hasn’t tried it since. And me? I do laundry with a lot more peace now. #PettyJustice #LaundryWars #AdultingFail