I don’t want to come off sounding like a spoiled brat, but I’ve always lived in houses with a laundry. You know… sink, washing machine, clothes dryer, ironing board; all that conventional wifey stuff.
This makes me a laundromat virgin.
I’ve seen these laundromat places on television, in movies, and walked past them on the street. But never physically entered because obviously I’ve never needed to.