Something a little bit similar.
A lot of years ago we took on a secretary of a certain age who had spent the last generation being the wife/mother/homemaker for a MD - Previous to that she had worked for the Philadelphia City government.
In the job description was that the secretary made the coffee & she had no problem with that.
Poured out a honk'in big cup of her coffee, let it cool & took a big swig.
One eyebrow raised up to meet my hairline, then the other one met the 1st in the middle of my forehead.
Set the cup down & took a plant tour at a jog. - Then went to the locker room, pulled on my sneaks & ran, I mean RAN, about 3 miles.
After lunch asked her how much coffee she used & she said "One scoop for each cup. That's right isn't it?"
Now Savage - that's my kinda coffee