Many years ago, my then-fiance and I lived in an apartment complex tucked behind a rundown commercial strip on the edge of a college campus. I went to the laundry room to find that someone not only took my clothes out of the one working dryer long before the dry time I paid for was up (they were not just damp but cold), but left me a nasty note about how I should be more considerate of my neighbors’ busy schedules.