The Stars and the Cookie Jar

So, I went to change the laundry from the washer to the dryer. *looks prosaic*

Then I remembered I hadn't cleaned the cat box before we go away for the weekend, and I really couldn't sentence mearth to a weekend of that, so I stopped to grub out the kitty clumps, and drop them down the trash chute. Approximately a five-minute delay.

As I turned down the Endless Corridor to the laundry room, a woman was walking out of the laundry room with our laundry basket full of my wet clothes.

In my Foster Child Having Her Possessions Stolen Out From Under Her voice (it's kinda strident) I shouted "Stop! That's MINE!!"

She turned around, went back into the laundry room, set the basket down on the floor, turned again and walked right past me without looking at me or saying a word.

WTF.

Also, and unrelatedly, I'm applying to grad school again. If I don't get financial aid and fellowships, I can't go, but at least I'll have applied.