When I first moved to Albuquerque I got an apartment in a building that had the washing machines in the basement. Unknown to me the building had been a “retirement” complex for about 20 years and had recently changed. Not only was it quiet, but after helping the elderly carry and move stuff, I’d go to the laundry room and find my clothes folded in the basket on occasion.
I always folded other people's wash so I could use the dryer as soon as it shut off, instead of waiting for them to come back.