I have told my "aliens in the laundromat" story here, right? Many years ago I was doing laundry in a local laundromat and sitting waiting around for stuff to finish. Two seemingly ordinary guys walked in with a load of dirty laundry. One of them loaded a washer, closed it and stood their waiting. Then he tentatively pushed at the controls. "It doesn't function," he said to his companion. "You must insert terrestrial currency," his companion replied. They then proceeded to successfully do their laundry. Welcome to L.A.