I have a memory from my childhood that I'll share related to the idea of "bring me a beer". I don't know why this memory has stuck with me all these years when so many others have gone wherever it is old memories go. But anyway... one day I was at a friend's house. (This would have been back in the late 1950's I would guess.) His father was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee. My friend's mother was way-y-y at the other end of the house which was several rooms away. My friend's father called to his wife for her to come and pour him some more coffee. For some strange reason I've never forgotten that. I pour my own coffee (well... tea actually.)