AITH for telling a pregnant woman she still has to act like an adult?
My wife (27F) and I (31M) live in an apartment building that has one washer and dryer shared between 12 units. We have lived here for six years with almost no issues. We usually do our laundry on Sundays, as most others in the building use it on different days.
Yesterday around 3PM, we check the laundry room and see both machines are full, but the cycles are finished. In our six years here, nobody has taken longer than a half hour to retrieve their laundry. So we set a half hour timer to go back and check. We come back, nothing has been touched. We repeat this process for five hours. Nothing. Same loads. We walk out into the communal area and say loudly that somebody needs to come pick up their laundry, then set a five minute timer to give them one last chance to grab it.
Five minutes go by. My wife walks into the laundry room and sees that the dryer has been put on a half-cycle (we presume because whatever was in there wasn’t dry.) At this point, we do the math and realize we’re going to be up until after midnight doing laundry. So my wife goes into the laundry room, takes the washer load out, places it on the dryer, and starts her load to get a head start.
As soon as my wife steps back in the apartment, I hear someone stomping down the stairs and cursing up a storm. I step out of the apartment, and see a woman in her early 20s who looks surprised to see me.
“Whatever fucking asshole started the washer better not have left my clothes on the fucking floor,” she says.
I tell her “That was my wife, who has been waiting five hours for you to move your laundry out.”
“That doesn’t mean you can touch my shit.”
I tell her other people live in the building, and we’re all waiting on you.
“I have been doing one load after another, asshole.”
I tell her that we know she hasn’t because we saw that nobody has touched the machines until five minutes ago.
We go back and forth. She proceeds to call me an asshole four or five more times as I tell her she needs to get her shit out when it’s done. Mind you, her stuff is on top of the dryer. We didn’t just throw it across the room.
She suddenly blurts out “I’m pregnant you fucking asshole.”
At this point, I am
