Round about two o’clock everyday, we start to run out of steam. We start yawning. We lose focus. We confuse “which” and “witch.” And we suddenly can’t tell the difference between last night’s Recovery Room receipt and the latest column from Mat Catastrophe. So, we do what many of you do: We head out for coffee. Although we tend to mix it up, a lot of the times we head over to Metto in Mt. Pleasant. The Joe’s piping hot, the iced coffee’s cold, and the drive over the Cooper River ain’t that bad either, if you like looking out at the harbor or the stay-at-home moms hiking Milf Mountain. The best part: You can order a cup and never have to leave your car. Drive-thrus rule.