You've built a miniature city out of little plastic stirrers. Sixty-three more, I'll have a cup. Starbucks owns the mortgage on your house. You're so wired you pick up AM radio. Commodity traders use you to predict the world coffee market.
Instant coffee takes too long.
You go to sleep just so you can wake up and smell the coffee. You name your cats Cream and Sugar. You have monogrammed coffee filters. You hold a seance to contact the spirit of coffee. You don't salivate, you foam.