i go to the laundry room and somebody has both washers going and the floor's all wet. i go down, i go back up, they look at me like i'm an intruder. i ask did you sign up. they say i didn't know there was a sign-up, i've never done this before. they've lived here for years. i say, yes, of course, there is a sign-up, and i signed up, and i have to do my laundry between dog walks. the kid gets all indignant and tells me you need to leave now, like an adult. rude punk. in fact when he was a baby, he called me grandpa. i go back up and they've left the floor all wet and the washers dirty. entitled folks teaching their kids to be like them. it makes me glad i wasn't raised by my father who was also arrogant and entitled. i was in fact mortified by the way he treated people. that's probably why i get angry now. every interaction has a history, even when it gets suppressed. i had to suppress it with dad out of fear, but what stayed with me was the anger and the mortification. oh, i'm told the sign-up just started with the pandemic, five years ago. before that it was a free-for-all, so i guess they just missed the pandemic shift.