In my early years living in Buenos Aires, I lived close to a laundromat that allowed customers to use their equipment and wait until it was washed and dried. Those were also the years of old cars on the roads, buses that used coins to pay the fare, and all store purchases were paid for in cash.
Those were the good old days when life was slower, people had time for a conversation, and parents walked and talked with their children.
I am one of very few in the building who uses the laundromat service two doors away, since many others have their own washing machine in the bathroom of their apartment.