...today might be a good day. Maybe also if you intend to jimmy the cash box, although Underbelly does not recommend it. Or, come to think of it, if you've always dreamed of walking down Seventh Avenue buck naked.
Laundromat anecdote: last time I was in one (long story), I overheard a woman on the coin op phone (sic) saying: "Mama, I know I screwed up, but he's still my baby." World of hurt out there.