Drive-thrus are dangerous places. A few years ago, I swore off coffee. Or rather, I tried to swear off coffee, but the siren’s donut’s call lured me back. One morning, I planned to go directly to the office, but decided to sneak a coffee for my commute instead. Just as soon as I had an iced coffee in hand, I pulled forward, hit a pole alongside the drive-thru window and knocked my side view…
