Back in the day (that would be the ’70s), these adorable little torture chambers sprung up in shopping mall parking lots all across America, imprisoning a worker who gleefully took your Kodak Instamatic film as you handed it off from your Ford Pinto, and a few days later you would drive through to pick up your pics, always wondering where that celluloid slave went to the bathroom.
Today, you can find remnants of them as coffee huts, cigarette shacks, or just abandoned like this lovely tombstone of a Fotomat in Framingham, Mass.
"These are simple people. The common clay. The salt of the earth. You know... morons."
--Gene Wilder as "The Waco Kid" in Mel Brooks' "Blazing Saddles"