This one’s for all those folks at all those Starbucks, who made me all those triple grande, nonfat, light vanilla Caramel Macchiatos, and then didn’t say a word while I sat for hours, tapping away on my laptop.

And also for Paul, even though he says coffee is a “nasty, dirty, filthy habit,” and that “no good ever came of it.” (This apparently includes the time my mother almost missed her flight because we stopped for a latte on the way to the airport.)

I don’t know how you ever made it through med school, babe.