You’re always worrying about it, you’re always complaining about it, and we’ve been listening, mostly, so here it is: The show you want, where everyone’s drinking from coffee cups that are obviously full, and visibly hot to the touch. Forty-three uninterrupted minutes of actors, and sometimes actresses, being handed a coffee cup, holding it in their hands, clearly reacting to holding something weighing anywhere between 12 and 24 ounces (which is more than a pound, by the way), maybe taking a sip and offering a slight wince, or even taking the lid off and getting a face full of steam or maybe some residual delivery sloshing that means they get a little coffee on their fingers — a guaranteed near-hour where you won’t feel the impulse to jab whoever’s sitting next to you and say, “Look at that. That coffee cup is obviously empty? See how she’s raising it to her lips like there’s nothing in it? Empty coffee cup.” You’re so tired of jabbing people — so tired of noticing the coffee cups — so tired of pointing out, as if for the first time, something you cannot seem to stop yourself from remarking upon, year after year.