But trouble brewed fast outside a Tinseltown Starbucks one recent a.m. as he queued for his good-morning brewski!
My Starbucks Spy sighed that things got ugly when a woman standing lazily just in front of Howie would not push closer to the lady in front of her!
Boiling over, Howie hissed: “Are you actually in line — or just standing there? MOVE UP!”
Snipped a shocked spywitness: “Boy, does he need his morning coffee, or what?” — adding: “The shocked woman recoiled, and told everyone who’d listen: ‘Howie used to be my favorite host!'”