Yes, that awkward moment when someone comes in after you've moved their clothes happened.
1. I hope she was having a terrible day that could explain her tone and manners (or lack thereof).
2. I hope her husband got over his blatant embarrassment marked by his sheepish silence.
3. I hope I have the chance to run into her again on better terms.
It was an "Um did you move these? Yeah, we don't do that here - don't touch our stuff." I apologized, explained we had waited but didn't know how long we should wait, and apologized again. I continued to try and get to know our new neighbors by asking where they were from, how long they'd been married, and where they went to school. I got one cut off with word answers and no smiles. Yikes.
Ben and I spent the rest of the night brainstorming possible responses:
Option 1: Well, what do you do here then when someone leaves their clothes sitting unattneded in an unused washer and you need to do laundry?
Option 2: Oh, if its in the middle of a cycle, or sitting in your apartment, I will never touch it. I don't particularly enjoy moving other peoples stuff, especially when its when clothes. But if its just sitting in a machine I need, and pay to use, then I'm sorry, but I will move it every time.
There were a few more we'd never really actually say. Maybe I'm a terrible person. Hopefully this girl and I can end up being friends. And hopefully, her day didn't end as terrible as it sounded.