Iron Basin America

Something terrible just happened. I am moaning with embarrassment. I put my laundry in earlier this afternoon and then went off to my afternoon appointments. Just returned home, plunked down to the laundry room, and saw my sopping wet clothes crammed in my basket on a side table.

"Whhhhhhhy?" I whined to my housemate down there. (Incidentally, the cashier from last week's story about being heckled at the pub.)
He smiled a bit confused.
"Whhhhhhhy would someone take my clothes out all wet?" I sniffled dramatically.
"To put mine in?" he said, confused. I was taken aback. I had assumed the perpetrator was an inconsiderate punk--someone I didn't know.
"What? Why?"
"Uh--I--"
I began to mock scold, but I ended up just scolding: "You don't take someone's wet clothes out of the machine!"
"Why?"
"They get all gross and potentially moldy."
(I'm right on this, right? They leave the machine and smell rank if not inserted directly to the dryer.)
He shrugged, a bit offended, a bit nervous--("Why is Alice freaking out?")--and left quickly.
I slopped all my stuff in a dryer, hung my sports bras, and padded away questioning my annoyance. If I wasn't there to get the clothes, did he have the right to usurp that machine? We all know how annoying it is when someone occupies the space way over his or her acceptable time. Or, since my clothes were in the machine did they have dibs on their cleanliness?

Iron Basin America: Whose washing machine need reigns supreme?