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.”
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