I loathe laundromats with the burning fury of a thousand suns. It drives me nuts that I have to sit there, confined to the room, while clothing does its thing. If I were home, I could be doing anything- no need to watch over to foil theft (a problem here) or to be there instantly when the washer or dryer stops, lest someone else toss the load wherever so they can use the machine. Gah.