Late at night, I was inspecting the train after the last train had left. As usual, I was collecting forgotten items and trash. "There's a lot of liquor cans in the trash today..." I thought to myself as I walked along, when I noticed a lone office lady leaning exhaustedly against the seat. "Ah... here we go again," she said, sleeping at the last stop. It's a "guaranteed" encounter I have many times a month in this line of work. Even when I called out to her, her reply sounded like she was talking in her sleep...
