Some unpleasant posterior orifice of a person has taken up EVERY SINGLE DAMN WASHING MACHINE, and set them all on the 2.5 hour cycle instead of the short cycle of 56 minutes the way the signs say to. I had a few pairs of pants slung over my arm, only needed ONE machine, and was sick of it all - I've had nine months of this - so I stopped one of the washers and slung his wet things on top of the machine, then put my own in. You can just WAIT, Mr. I'm-So-Important. 260 people and 5 washing machines. Have a little courtesy.

That was an hour ago. I'm going to get my clothes now. I hope the posterior orifice didn't take revenge.