Hahahaha!!! I like that definition. Although.....
We had stayed the night at their (my mom and dad's) cabin over the weekend, and there's always a fight about coffee in the morning. Not a fight-fight, just a race to see who loads it up because my dad will go for his Folgers, and I will put in nicer coffee that we brought down. I think my dad sincerely loves Folgers, and hates the Dunkin Donuts coffee we bring.
So Sunday morning, we come up to the kitchen, and my dad has already started coffee. Darn it! He beat us to it. I know it's Folgers, and I politely decline a cup, while my hubby chooses to imbibe. It smelled pretty bad. Later (when we are alone) my husband tells me it was terrible.
I am later relaying the above anecdote to my hubby and replies "What did I drink on Sunday?!?" LOL. I can't be sure, but if my dad has a habit of this, he may have done it. But he is not cheap - just a creature of habit.