Me to a Father

I walked over to the escalator. There were two men in yellow vests standing in front of it. An orange sign I didn't make out. "This thing safe?" I asked.

"I'd put my kids on it," the mustached one said.

"Ha," I said. "Do you like your kids?"

He looked at me. "You're not a parent, are you?"

I looked at him, and took the stairs.