Reminds me of the old story about Sargent Shriver in ‘72 campaigning at a West Virginia tavern full of miners.
“Gee, you guys are swell. Bartender, beers for everyone in the house. And a Courvoisier for me.”
Mike Dukakis. He was sucking up to a couple of reps of some blue collar unions, and invited them over to his place. Asks them it they would like a beer, and he comes back with a single bottle and two glasses.
Then again, Dukakis's wife was an alky. So much so she hit the rubbing alcohol one day. It is possible that either he was minimizing the alcohol in the home, or Kitty got to it ahead of the meeting.
Of course, Dukakis thinks he always knows what is best for "the" people...and was demonstrating his keen sense of tone-deafness beyond his experience.