I pushed her over the edge

I was doing my laundry last week on Tuesday. The reason I do it on Tuesdays is because Bothersome Crazy does hers on Mondays, and I hate listening to her insane ranting. I had several months without running into her and it was super. But this recent Tuesday she showed up when I had just put my clothes in the dryer, meaning I would have to spend an hour in the same room as her. Damn!

Within two minutes of entering, she went up to some guy and started her old routine. "It's so expensive, and I'm not rich, huh? But you have to do your laundry. You HAVE TO! I do! You HAVE TO!"

I had used a broken washer that day. I had sticky notes with me, so I labelled it as broken. But it turns out that was Bothersome Crazy's choice of washer too. "It's broke! It's not broke! It says broke and but it's not even broke!" She walked back and forth between those washers and other (perfectly good, available) ones, contemplating out loud the huge monkey wrench thrown into her plan. Back and forth, back and forth.

"The other laundry is cheaper! This is expensive! They say the machines are broke and they're not even broke! Huh?" On and on she went, getting herself more riled up. I was regretting labelling the broken washers because it was making her even more bothersome than usual.

Then something wonderful happened. She had a meltdown, pulled all of her clothes out of the washers, and ran out of the laundromatt screaming about going to the other one instead.

I made a mental reminder to always bring sticky notes with me to do laundry from now on.