A few weeks back, as I walked out of my office building Downtown, I was approached by a homeless woman.  She came right up to me and asked if I would go to Starbucks to buy her a mocha.  She directed me to the nearest store (across the street, but not the one in the building, the one on the corner of the building, next to the Seattle’s Best Coffee) and started shouting.  Please buy me a mocha!  I just love them so much! I was on the phone, so …