I need more of it. This week, after the morning show was over, I grabbed my purse and made a beeline for the door. Gotta get to Starbucks. It’s my daily fix.

On my way out, I offered to get coffee for Vicki, middays on WFMS. She’s a regular, too.

I went through the drive-thru, placed our orders. Hers with “no whip,” and mine “light whip.” Just enough whipped cream to taste it, but not enough to guilt me into exercising later that night.

I paid the barista at the window. So far, uneventful.

The problem? I drove off.

Without the coffees.

Paid almost five bucks each and left with nothing. In reality, I paid Starbucks ten dollars for the experience of ordering through a speaker and being greeted at the window.

Ten dollars to hear a barista say, “Good morning, this is Josh, Kelly and David, what can we get for you today?

Ten dollars to tell Kelly at the window that I’m fine and ask her how she’s doing as well. By the way, she was having a good morning.

Ten dollars to watch the lady behind me apply her lipstick in the rearview mirror.

I’ve got to get more sleep.