In the early '70s I worked for an Intercom/PA/BGM company in NYCs Garment Center. I remember being asked to look over a job that had been installed by someone else. The customer wanted us to maintain it.
The job was a nightmare. Horrible, horrible work!
When the customer asked me what I thought of the job and what we would need to do to take it over my response was:
"How long have you been in the Garment Center?"
"40 years" was his answer.
"Then you'll understand what I'm going to tell you" I said. "You should have a fire."
We didn't take the job. Nothing short of a complete rip out and new install would have worked.
Having written this, I don't know if it will make much sense to younger folks and non-New Yorkers. Let me then explain that in those days the Garment Center was where 95% of all the clothes worn in America were designed, sewn and sold. It was full of conniving individuals who thought nothing of burning down their establishments for the insurance money whenever they could.
Sorry for the ramblings of a doddering, drooling old fool. As The Boss said, nothing left for us old guys but memories of "Glory Days."
Sam