Me: *transfers laundry from washer to dryer, carefully sorting through what gets dried and what doesn’t*
Her: *flies down stairs* *adds cash to laundry card* *holds up card* Do you like this thing?
Me: Oh, I LOVE it.
Her: Really? I wasn’t sure if I had money on it and I had to run to the ATM.
Me: Well, I had to collect quarters before. This is so much better. Once you added the money, did you find you hadn’t needed to?
Her: I mean, yeah, it was on zero and I’m in the middle of my laundry, but I had to go out to the ATM.
Me: At least the ATM gives currency the card takes. Quarters are hard to find when you’re in the middle of laundry.
She didn’t seem entirely convinced with my arguments, but to me, quarter-fed machines = college to me and upgrading from quarters to a plastic card means I’m moving up on the adulthood scale.