My doctor walked in with a cup of coffee that smelled wonderful. He asked if I wanted a cup. I tried to be polite and sit up straight instead of leaning over his cup and declined. He said, "It's Starbucks and I just made a new pot. Come with me." So we walked to the break room and he poured me a cup and showed me the dairy stuff and sugar. We went back to the examination room and proceeded with the lab work follow up. I'm fine and I'd lost eight pounds which he'd suggested last time. Then I left so he could have Larry's consultation.
When Larry got out to the car, he said, "He didn't offer me coffee." His pharmacy hands coffee to him out the drive-through window! We like our coffee:)