I rode the elevator to the eleventh floor, and as I got out, the operator said, “Have a good day, son.”
“Don’t call me son,” I said. “You’re not my dad.”
He scratched his head and said, “No, but I brought you up, didn’t I?”.
I rode the elevator to the eleventh floor, and as I got out, the operator said, “Have a good day, son.”
“Don’t call me son,” I said. “You’re not my dad.”
He scratched his head and said, “No, but I brought you up, didn’t I?”.
