coffee in the afternoon

first she would make me a new fresh pot of coffee when i arrived...served with a smile...then we would politely split a pot of the deep black delicious liquid...soon after...she would save me some stuff ...(drabs , i believe it is referred to)...at the bottom ...eventually...she would simply point to the cupboard...and stoically single me to make my own fucking cup of instant...now , the thing about this coffee story...it is not about coffee .