There is an elevator boy in a New York office building, who is among a large number of public servants that resent needless questions.
One day there entered his car a rather fussy old lady, and garrulous as well.
"Don't you ever feel sick going up and down in this elevator all day?" she asked.
"Yes, ma'am," said the boy.
"Is it the motion going down?"
"No, ma'am."
"The motion going up?"
"No, ma'am."
"Is it the stopping that does it?"
"No, ma'am."