What do I have to do for a cup of coffee around here?

The other morning on the way to the barn to see my horse I stopped for coffee and panicked when I thought I had forgotten my wallet.

I felt the desperation I would imagine only a crack addict could experience. How was I going to get my coffee?? Could I convince the cashier I was "good for it"? Could I beg a couple of bucks from other patrons? In the history of ever had a person ever begged for spare change in Loudoun county, VA??

False alarm. Wallet located, my life could resume. But wow, I didn't know my coffee was that important until I thought I had lost it. What's the saying, you don't know what you have until it's gone?

My name is Lauren, and I have a coffee problem...