"Oh no problem!" I thought. "Soon the washer load will be done and the neighbors will go down soon enough, no doubt, to change loads around and free up the washer so I can use it."
At 9 PM the washer had finished and sat idle. The dryer, too, was done. Nobody had gone down to switch loads. It was just the same at 10 PM, which is when I went to check for the last time.
"Well obviously now I cannot do my laundry at such a late hour," I thought to myself, "So I shall just do it tomorrow before I head on out. I really want to make sure my special happy-go-lucky black pants are clean and free from cat hair before I wear them in public again. I presume the neighbors will be finishing their laundry early tomorrow or something."
Now it's 9 AM and I've missed my window of opportunity for washing clothes because surprise surprise, I seem to have been the only person to go down to the washer and dryer in 12 hours. God damn.
It's been suggested I go and physically move the laundry around so I can get my load in and out, but there are a few bugs in this plan, namely 1) There's no place to put the clothes except on the dirty dirty concrete floor and I'm not that vengeful, and 2) I really really really really really have this odd hangup about fooling around with other people's strange clothes. I just can't bring myself to dive right into the washer and pull out someone else's soggy underpants. (I think part of it stems from the fact that I'd absolutely hate it if someone did that to my soggy underpants.) Yeah, I got my fair share of neuroses, pal, but at least I don't leave loads of laundry in the machines overnight.
Luckily this is only a temp agency appointment and mostly involves those wonderful typing tests and stuff they make you take, but honestly, I'd much rather prefer one less thing to worry about as I stroll into the office. Looks like I won't be getting that today, eh.