When I was a teenager, my father drank Schlitz beer. I couldn’t stand the taste of it, so he knew I would never try to sneak one from the fridge.
“When I was a teenager, my father drank Schlitz beer.”
Same with my father. He was a trade union man back in the ‘70s. Schlitz was “union” beer. Wouldn’t have “that rat beer” Coors in the house.