My rant installment.

I've been trying to do my laundry all day and the laundryview website has been less than reliable, unfortunately. About a half-hour ago I went down to the laundry room, where there was one washer about three minutes from being done and two others with about twenty minutes left. There was a guy waiting for the soon-to-be-done washer, which was fine, and I joked with him about how I've had terrible luck with my laundry today and definitely said I'd be coming back in about fifteen minutes.
So I go back to my room and wait until the other washers are due to be finished. When I go back to the laundry room, I pass the guy who had been waiting before and he gives me what I would deem a slightly guilty look. I enter the washer/dryer area only to discover that he's taken up the BOTH the other washers with his stuff and taken the other person's wet laundry out.
I try not to remove other people's laundry. Sometimes, if necessary, I'll take clothes out of the dryer, but I draw the line at taking clothes out of the washer unless they've been there for like three days. Also, I feel there's at least a ten-minute grace period between when someone's load is done and when they come to retrieve it.
On the machine-usage, I'm more of the pick one washer/dryer and monopolize it for the afternoon school. Occasionally, I may take up two washers, but only if the laundry room has been empty all day. It's generally douchey that he took up all three and even more so that he did it when he knew I was coming back. I'm tempted to hand-wash my stuff and take up all the dryers when his wash is due to be finished. However, that would be too much effort and I like to save my screwing-people energy for bigger and better conflicts.


And so it remains that I have no clean clothes.

UPDATE:
This guy is like King Asshole of laundry.
I go down to put my stuff in right when his first load should be finished. He's leaving the laundry room with a laundry bag. There's a fresh load of laundry in the washer. FOUR LOADS?! SERIOUSLY?
So I wait the ten or so minutes for the other washers to be done, wondering if he'll come to collect on time. No matter what, there isn't going to be a dryer ready for him to use. He comes back on time and starts taking his things out of one washer. As he does this, he's smelling/examining them. He turns to me and goes "I swear they're not even wet..." And I just give him a look. Kid, there's no way you're leaving your shit in a washer until the dryer is ready, especially when you know I've been waiting. Luckily, he takes his stuff out and I can start my one(1) load (ideally, I would have split it into two, but I'm not an asshole).

Prepare for the inevitable battle of the dryers.