Back in the olden days when dinosaurs roamed the Earth and we all traveled in covered waggons my Mom was pregnant*. It was summer in Sacramento and as this was so very long ago there was no air conditioning. In other words Mom was hormonal, hot, and extra super cranky. So when she told my Dad in no uncertain terms that she was not going to be lugging a new born and all their laundry down to the laundry mat he did the smart thing and bought a washer and dryer.
The washer lasted until I was in my early 20's. The dryer actually came with me when I moved out of the house, though it died shortly after. Here's the thing I loved about that geriatric dryer. When you pulled your clothes out they were hot, not just warm but hot. In winter I would pour my fresh laundry on my bed and roll in their warmth, just like a dog.
Our modern energy efficient dryer doesn't do this. Sure you only have to put the laundry through one cycle (rather than 2 or 3 with the old dryer) and it's probably better not to cook my clothes. But the laundry is barely warm to the touch as I pull it out and it's totally cooled by the time I bring it down the hall to my room and this makes me sad.
* Not sure who I was calling old here Me or my Mom but I just liked this sentence.