Sad

I searched for a theme what I write. One of the sites on the internet gave me some ideas. So, I am writing a thing that I felt sad.

This is a story about my work. My office is situated on public property, and the facility usually collects industrial waste on Wednesdays. As usual, I brought them to the designated area in the rain. But oh, no, it was not open without any announcement in advance. I suspected the contractor did not work this week. After all, I went back to my office with the waste, holding my umbrella..

Come to think of it, commuter trains are relatively vacant. I guess many people are still enjoying their holidays. Good luck!