To the Mercedes driving asshole who uses both of the two laundry carts at the 48th and Woodstock laundromat, and leaves his shit in the dryers for several hours at a time: Today when I saw you taking my clothes out of my dryer the second after it finished was the last straw. A self important, "Oh is this your laundry? I hate having to move laundry." is all you managed to get out. As soon as you sped away in your fancy-pants Mercedes, I pulled your sopping wet laundry out of the dryer you had just paid for, and left them in a basket for everyone else to rifle through just like you did with my clothing. Luckily for me, I was sitting there waiting for my drying to finish. Too bad for you.
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