These days, it’s almost impossible to avoid preachy advice columns about how to save money, and coffee shop prices seem to be a favorite target.
“Better to home brew”, although the lady who drank her morning cuppa after it was filtered through a bat that had hidden in her coffeemaker might disagree.
These discussions remind me of a group of masochistic housemates I met years ago who were insanely, nuttily frugal.
One of their economies was to brew coffee only once every several days. I don’t recall the exact schedule, nor why they thought that this saved money. I do recall their otherwise dour faces breaking into dreamy smiles when they thought about being able to drink coffee on the day it was brewed.
An example of collective insanity, which is perhaps why this particular memory is paradigmatic for this particular point in time.