I was admiring myself in the mirror. Pressed clean white dress shirt. Newly knotted tie. I grabbed my Starbucks coffee cup and took a large gulp, and promptly spilled some on myself. A streak of coffee bloomed and spread on my white shirt and penetrated to my chest. In a flash I was mad at myself. Don't I know better than this?I was in a hotel room, an hour and a half drive from the event. I thought I could get away with just not taking off my suit jacket, but it was a hot day. Time was ticking. Could...