To buy myself some winter boots, I went to the store. A father and his young son were trying on shoes right next to me.
Dad: “I take it you like these ones? Are they sufficiently comfortable?

Son: “They are amazing, indeed.”

“The price seems right, we’ll take these,” said the father as he assisted in putting on the second shoe.

Startled, son: “What? Is that all? Is this the final store we must go to? Could I just go shopping with you from now on, Daaad?

I was a courier for an internet retailer. There are a lot of clients, and the work is good, but that isn’t the point.
Every child in the kindergarten class, including my daughter, was asked what their parents did for a living. “My father gives people some bags,” my daughter cheerfully replied. People pay him because they are pleased to receive the bags.