Annoyance, Retribution, and a Smack in da Face

After an ok day at work, I thought a small load of laundry would be enough to get me through to the week end. Now mind you, part of the beauty of living in this wonderful apt is the fact that laundry is included. I can use the facilities without quarters and provided none of the other tenants are using them (1 washer, 1 dryer). As long as I don't have to worry about lugging my shit out of the apt and/or having to have quarters or any kind of $$$, I am otay. Well, about 6 months ago our landlord bought a new high efficiency machine because the previous one blew up with over and improper use by my famously loud stepping neighbors. Good job, Hooker. Well, today I go to use the washer and there is still water in there and knowing that isn't right, but thought that it just didn't drain properly so I turn it on and the property manager hears me (she lives on the floor above the basement) and yells down to me that it is broken. I ask her if she's serious as I am coming up the stairs and she says, "Yeah, that fucking bitch upstairs crams the thing full." OMG. I almost hugged her had she not just been in her bra and skirt. She's a precious woman, don't get me wrong. The loud ass neighbor upstairs and her boyfriend seem to do their laundry all in one load. Now, granted this girl is tiny and could probably fit all her thongs, bras, and anything else in her wardrobe in one load, but she tries to add her oaf of a boyfriend's stuff, too and done broke the damn new washer. So I had a lovely temper tantrum which wouldn't have happened if someone was just using the thing, but having the whole thing down inconveniences the whole building. I was cussing at her from my apartment again and I rarely do that anymore, but it felt good up until I could feel it become negative and not adrenaline. So I cool off and talk to a good buddy and focus attention on more positive things. After we get off the phone I decide to go to Sunflower after all because I have no food for lunch and it is just cheaper to not buy my lunch every day. On my way out to the car I made an effort to take the shoes for Goodwill/ Salvation Army and the 2 yr old Tidy Cat containers that I had been hoping to recycle as plant potters and put them in the car. Well in doing so, I locked my keys in my trunk. Boo. I don't have a spare. State Farm doesn't call the business for you and then they might reimburse you after the service is rendered if they want to reimburse you. So I called AAA and reinstated my membership which is a terrific service. Dynamic service. I shall wait for them to rescue my keys from the trunk. Karma does remind you to keep yourself in check. If someone offers you joy, enjoy it, don't exploit it.