The average age of a plumber in the United States is 55. That fact alone seems to indicate that this is a moribund trade populated by persons who probably don’t fit under sinks as well as they once did.
A leak under my kitchen sink, escaping the confines of the little pail I had placed under it, necessitated a service call that was answered by someone half the age of the aforementioned fact. He had an even younger helper with him. He introduced himself as David and asked if he could see the basement. “What does the basement have to do with the kitchen?” I asked, rather thoughtlessly. “Everything – its where the service lines and drains are, most likely, and I’ll bet the original connections are all iron pipe,” he replied tactfully.