More To See, reminds me of my first job on a drilling rig 60 years ago. The roughnecks boiled water and coffee in an old Maxwell house coffee can. When ready for coffee, you splashed a little cold water in the boiling can, to settle the grounds they said. They had a couple of old soup cans which we took turns drinking out of. Only a sissy would ask for sugar or cream. As the young kid on the rig, I knew better than to complain. Lots of them chewed tobacco, but we shared anyway. Wonder we didn't die.
Yes, I guess I can afford much more expensive coffee. After a life of saving, it's hard to change.