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There is a crack in the bathtub of our second bathroom. The bathtub that rarely ever gets used, except to bathe the dogs and when we have the occasional overnight guest. Which is almost never. But do you know what happened when I told the landlord? Not only did she schedule someone to come and fix it within the week, but she also told the bathtub-fixer-man to go ahead and refinish the entire inside of the tub, including the shower walls and everything. Just because.

If we’d gotten a crack in our bathtub in New York City (our one and only bathtub that between us was used every day at least two times, four in the summer), the super would have stuck a wad of chewing gum in it and called it fixed.