Mine’s started making me cups of coffee unexpectedly. It’s a nice thought, and I don’t want to be ungrateful, but I am.
I try to keep it to three or four a day. Having a cup when I don’t really want one is a waste of one of those three or four.
It’s usually brought in while I’m on a work call, which means I can’t have a relax with it (unless it’s training) or a snack accompaniment. Often derails my train of thought or interrupts me speaking.
I also buy relatively expensive coffee (not gourmet, but not the cheapo stuff) and know how to make it well and to my tastes. The wife uses way too much water and pours it in the cafetière while it’s still bubbling. The result is a weak tasteless mug of terrible coffee. I’ve told her loads of times how to make it properly but apparently “that’s a load of rubbish”.
She knows all of these factors are annoying the piss out of me, is clearly doing it to piss me off in the nicest way possible and no doubt has a big prepared spiel about how much of a dick I am for telling her to stop it.