I think it’s misread in the comments. I’m pretty sure it’s meant as endearment, rather than negatively.

Family lore says that my great-great grandfather got drunk after work one day, stowed away on a ship to Australia, walked through the back door of his old house 25 years later, sat down at the table and asked where the hell his tea was.

I think these stories inspire intergenerational trauma within us all, like, we know why grandpa was remembered…