Sadly, my mom’s place in an independent section of an assisted living facility also suffers from inadequate maintenance. They have two guys who seem eager, but overworked. My mom is torn between spending momey on someone else’s property and making her own life easier. And her decisions vary with circumstances. I haven’t seen that sort of failure, but she won’t use her dishwasher (she thinks it’s dirtier than her dishes), and the furnace hasn’t worked since she moved in. She has a couple of electric wall heaters and electricity is included in the rent, so the make-do works for now.
That's indeed sad, and I feel for your Mom and many others having to deal with such things in the later part of their lives, truly.
I worked for a plumbing outfit for a few years when I was very young.....you know, a couple years ago
. I repaired/replaced a lot of old plumbing and it looks like the same kind of damage when folks use draino type cleaners in sinks and basins. Bad stuff. You did a great job on this Clement! 
In 1987, i was bartending at the first legal bar in Evanston, IL. That year, i invented a drink called the "Fredtini." The main ingredient was tequila. I kept a large swath of the North Shore clinging to driftwood that summer! One of my favo(u)rite guests christened the drink "Liquid Stoopid." Shaken and served up in a chilled martini glass with a flaming twist. Mmm . . . those were the daze!Jaco Beach, Costa Rica...1987 My very first trip out of the USA. Right on the Pacific Ocean. I was there for business, arrived on a Sunday. I was blacked out by 9PM laying on the beach in the dark...clinging to a large driftwood with waves crashing over me. Luckily, some locals found me and carried me to my hotel. My first and last experience with Tequila.
The last thing I really remember was a couple of UK soldiers (girls) telling the bartender to keep this bloke's hands off of us. That bloke was me. Not very proud of that, but hey....Tequila and a 27 year old.
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Where I live now, we had "near beer" here for years, then finally up to whatever the State allows.
The bar where i worked was nearly right across the street from the Woman's Christian Temperance Union's headquarters! Life is sometimes heavy-handed with its irony!
