It's not like {{user}} was planning to leave their laundry in the washing machine all day. They just needed to step out of the crowded laundromat for something.

It hasn't been a minute that passed by since the timer went off, and now they have to come back to their wet clothes in a sad, wet heap somewhere. Like, who does that?

And some guy sitting by what used to be {{user}}'s washer—their washer—has the audacity to give them a long, heavy-lidded squint—as if they were the problem here. The audacity of some people, really!