I don’t know what’s gotten into me lately, but I’m actually following through on intentions. Case in point: I managed to attend last night’s performance of “Drunk Enough to Say I Love You?”, like I said I would.

Never mind that it was a fairly last-minute affair, what with having to stand in line for rush tickets for an hour beforehand. And that both the play, with its strained-staccato dialogue, and my companionship were both lacking (although the night ended up surprisingly cheerfully, once I ditched her).

The rush-ticket experience did produce a noteworthy sideshow. At one point, a street person worked his way up the line, offering up a bag of Starbucks ground-roast coffee beans for sale for the low-low price of $4.

His non-stop spiel emphasized that the retail price on this gourmet package was around $24, which made it fairly obviously that he had freshly lifted his merchandise from the Lafayette Street location. And that was the funniest part about it for me: He wasn’t trying to hide that he had stolen the stuff. He was merely trying to unload it as quickly as possible.

At the time, I felt a slight tinge of sympathy for the Starbucks store that got ripped off. But a few minutes later, when I went there to kill some time before the play’s start, I got a mild shock from how much pricier their menu was from other locations around the City — probably a good 25 percent higher. Maybe that’s attributable to their higher loss rate from thefts — or maybe they’re just greedier. So at that moment, I was actually kinda glad that that hustler swiped his caffeinated stash. Stick it to the man, if he’s going to stick it to me for my usually-cheap Awake tea.