No, he/she will probably get it back, just not in his/her hand. 
Considering the manner in which they may recieve it, that’ll probably be ok.
Jeez laundry etiquette is a hassle. Who wants to sit guard duty on their clothes either. Its a case for those drop-off laundries but then you have to schlepp it all home in the snow. My sympathies.
Stupid Weather Channel has hidden their nice, easy-to-use Interstate forecast page deep in the bowels of their web site. Finally found it by just Googling “Weather channel interstate forecast”.
Looks like it’s going to be raining on us all weekend as we drive to the east coast for the holidays. Oh well; I’ll take that over snow and ice.
I won’t defend it, but I can tell you what it means: she can’t leave her kids unattended and babysit her laundry; she can’t bring the kids down to the laundry room with her; and her kids can’t be counted on to time their misbehavior/neediness around Mom’s need to chores in various parts of the apartment building.*
I wouldn’t worry too much about getting called on the carpet by building management. If she DOES complain, they’ll probably point out that with only two machines, people have to choose between babysitting their laundry or risk having it touched.
OTOH, from her apparently disproportionate response, perhaps the best thing to say to this woman-at-the-end-of-her-tether would have been a simple Please forgive me for violating your boundaries. I’ll try to be more patient in the future. Merry Christmas.
*I have an alternate, but off-color, explanation for what it means, which I’m not comfortable posting in public. Anyone who wants to know what it is can PM me.
What the fuck! I agree, gender bullshit will be bad enough once they hit school age, believe me. What about some nice generic toys designed for either sex like Young Explorer Toys suggestions. I think the elephant with goodies inside looks like a blast, or the Splash Art set [uses water, great for not leaving paint everywhere.]
That is one of the main reasons I swore to myself we will never ever live anywhere without a washer dryer hookup. Hauling the king size comforter out for a wash is enough of a pain in the ass and we only do that twice a year [mainly if something spills and makes it through the duvet. I am considering getting a spray can or two of that new nanocoating that waterproofs anything.]
SuperBitch needs to learn Laundry Room Etiquette - when your clothes are done, they’re done - they’re fair game to get taken out of a machine after the machine shuts off. The people who leave their laundry forever have created this etiquette - some people will leave their laundry for days on end, and you can’t know if the clothes owners will be back in two seconds or two days.
If she doesn’t like people touching her clothes, she needs to live somewhere with her own private washer and dryer.
For some people, it’s their Get Out Of Jail Free card. SuperBitch sounds like one of these.
Someone has parked a car beside our house (corner lot) and left it there for the last two weeks without moving it. As I was shovelling snow off the sidewalk there (and not being too careful about where I flung it), I discovered that they had parked their car right beside our house and left the car alarm on. The germane part here is that we can hear the alarm, but there is no chance that they will hear the alarm. I’m tempted to set it off every time we go out. 
I used to leave my basket on top of the machine in case I didn’t get back fast enough. Because yes, it is perfectly acceptable to take somebody’s clothes out of the washer (or dryer) if they’re not present–it is a total douche move to throw them on the floor, however. I have never seen a laundry room without a folding table of some kind. Don’t be a jerk.
Heeeyy. I only did that once. There really was no table (though one showed up about a year ago), and it was six loads total. Way too much to try to work around piled up on four dryers. After all, I still needed a place to fold my stuff, too. They were the douches first! I really didn’t feel bad when it was all still there two days later.
I’d give you a pass for that.
HAHAHAHAHAHAA!!
Good one. 
Very funny.
Sooo not me.
I put her clothing on top of the second washing machine, otherwise I usually put them on top of one of the dryers or the counter on the other side of the room.
Dear Armchair Constitutional Scholars of Facebook: the Duck Dynasty kerfuffle is not a First Amendment issue. Not one single legal penalty has accompanied the Duck Daddy’s intemperate statements to the press. A&E chooses not to associate its brand with those opinions, and that has fuck-all to do with the prohibition against Congress passing laws infringing speech. Please quit wrapping yourselves in the Constitution if you won’t bother to read it.
Blessing / Curse:
Went downstairs to do laundry. I have a small lake in the basement (curse).
Last year I put emergency sewer cleaning onto my service plus plan through the gas company (blessing).
They’ll be out sometime before 9pm tonight, effectively keeping me hostage at home all night (curse).
Oh no, cannot do any more laundry until they come out (blessing).
Totally stealing that line. Will probably be using it often.
I can get behing the rant. I have trouble explaining to people that the quarters they put in do not rent the machine indefinately. It’s only yours while it’s running. Once it’s done, you hve to put more money in it or you are trespassing, loitering, squatting, pick any term you like but get your stuff out of the machine or I’ll do it for you and not very nicely!
Heh. Former co-worker who is a Rand Paul acolyte finally got into Firefly. String of comments on his FB post explaining how Fox screwed it over. I replied “Plus it was on Fox to begin with”. Dude gets angry because I’m only attacking Fox because of my political beliefs.
No, fuck for brains. Fox has a long and storied history of truly fucking over TV shows, especially scifi series. Their various methods of screwing over Firefly* were not by any means an anomaly. My post was not political, it was fact.
- Out of order, changing the schedule, pre-empting, etc.
And so not a good idea, since she’d just get even madder.
Long, but good, laundry story:
Lived in a big old split house, apartments on one side, rooming house on the other with a shared ‘laundry’ (coin-op washer and dryer in nasty old cellar) on rooming house side. Went to retrieve my laundry one evening about 9pm and saw one of the denizens of the rooming house side stuffing his month’s worth of clothes into the dryer. As I left I noticed him pumping quarters into the machine.
3am. The very faint smell of something burning wakes me up. Wake up hubby and we start to investigate. We had access to the cellar on the apartment side of the building (the side with the furnace) so down we go. Burning smell is stronger and I can see a tendril of smoke wafting by. No fire to be seen though.
Call the Fire Department. Boston City Fire Department. Who show up with four trucks and sirens and lights and lots of really big firemen with EQUIPMENT. “Where’s the fire?!?” they say.
I show them the smoke wafting by and it finally occurs to someone that there’s another side to the cellar. They really really want to use some EQUIPMENT to break down the door but sadly, we had a key.
In go the troops to discover that the packed solid dryer has shorted out and started rooming house dude’s clothes on fire. Soggy singed clothes get carted out on the end of axes and long poking things by the firemen.
The culmination of the night was the clothes scattered all over the dirt parking area, being hosed down with fire hoses and the firemen yelling, “Hey dude, got any detergent? Doin’ your laundry down here”.
Rooming house dude never showed his face. The rest of the neighborhood had a good laugh though.
I needed a good laugh and here one was, waiting for me. 
I love it.
Mmm. Firefighters.
I once made an autoclave set off the smoke alarm at work. One of the best shifts ever. Those guys are HUGE.
Tuesday, I let the nice young fireman go ahead of me in line at the gas station. Sure, I was all polite when I said that he’d probably had a long shift, and I was in no hurry, but really? I just wanted to ogle his butt! 