The duality of every programmer when family asks for tech support. First panel: confident, top-hat wearing gentleman pondering a printer issue like it's beneath his intellectual capacity. Second panel: same gentleman gleefully announcing "NOT A CLUE!" with the enthusiasm of someone escaping a trap. Third panel: the crushing realization that he's now obligated to try anyway because he's "the computer person."
Being able to build microservices architecture doesn't mean I know why your printer is making that weird grinding noise. It's like asking a neurosurgeon to fix your kitchen sink because "you're a doctor, right?"