The dude below used up my laundry detergent, then said, "Oh, sorry," and said I should use some he had. I asked him to replace mine and put my name on it, which never happened; I used his once (it's pushed near my stuff but has softener in it which makes me fall down so I just used it once but thought maybe I would use it for non-sock loads) however it's completely empty now.
I think he hates me now as I complained about 2 a.m. laundry activities, which is too bad. I asked if he still had my mail key could he please give it back, and have had no response.
I'd like to have my dwelling in a blimp and travel the globe. I'd tie laundry onto fishing line and tow it in the sea. I feel generally dissatisfied and uncomfortable.
posted by - 3:47 PM
He's not a dude, he's a dud. And a sorry dud at that. What a clod. I hope he wakes up from his self-absorbed stupor and learns to appreciate and have consideration for other people. Is this person with access to your mail someone you can trust?