93. I Killed That Dryer
I used to live in a dinky apartment complex with a bad dryer in the laundry room that was always marking up my clothes. All my light-colored stuff came out of the dryer with black marks all through them, marks that wouldn’t come out.
The apartment manager knew about it (there were many complaints besides my own) but would never do anything about it.
I took a cue from a book I read as a kid called Get Even: the Encyclopedia of Dirty Tricks and dumped a cheese pizza into it with a fistful of quarters. Killed that dryer dead, and within a week, we had a new one.