A guy I worked with from a very rural part of New York (no that city you’re thinking about isn’t the whole thing) still had outdoor plumbing growing up. He used to say a big night when he was a teen was to drive to the next town and hang out by their WalMart.
Used to be parts of Kansas and Missouri where you could be told things like “turn left where the old school house used to be” to give an example. The school house having burned down in 1917.
See now, if I had a friend like you IRL I would do my best to go over and have them make tea for me, often. I have a tea strainer tucked away somewhere but have resorted to tea bags due to general laziness.
One of my asian customers gave me some black tea and I had no idea how to make it so I just dumped some in the coffee maker and made a pot. It was amazing and it kept me up til 3 am or so afterwards.
When I was in the Army the mess hall had four large coffee urns, the first three filled with strong coffee the fourth with hot water for us tea drinkers. I like my tea strong but not too hot so every morning I would put two teabags in a mug and fill it from the fourth coffee urn, then let it sit while I ate breakfast with juice and gulp it down when I was done. One morning they had cleaned the coffee urns overnight and set them up in reverse order. I put two teabags in a mug, fill it up with strong coffee, and let it brew and cool while I ate breakfast. It was an unpleasant surprise when I drank it.