I took an elevator up to the 80th floor for a meeting.
As I was getting out, the operator said, “Have a good day, son.”
I frowned and said, “Don’t call me son. You’re not my dad.”
He scratched his head and said, “No… but I brought you up, didn’t I?”

After the meeting, I got back on the elevator to head down, and the same operator was there.
Neither of us said a word.
When we reached the ground floor, he looked at me and said, “I’m sorry.”
“Because you called me son?” I asked.
He shook his head.
“No, son… because I let you down.”