How is this for irony? Whenever my mother-in-law is mad at us, she leaves our laundry alone. We can tell that she is in a good mood when she starts messing with it again.
Once in awhile I beat her to it, and she apologizes for not taking down the laundry. “It’s not your job,” I muttered the last time that happened.
Last weekend, when I was off interviewing for the Eiken (standardized English test), my husband told her very sternly not to touch our laundry. He took it down himself.
The following day, my mother-in-law complained to me that the son she had raised had been rude to her about the laundry. She took it down yesterday anyway.