HERE'S THE SITUATION

Here's the situation. A train arrives at the platform to take people to their stations, where they station themselves at their desks in hopes of compensation. "Why do we do this to ourselves?" Each asked themselves in mutual adulation, knowing that in the end tokens for their time will be rewarded to them for pleasant jubilations. Or so they thought. "Times are tough." One frowned to another while the train pulled into the station; another nodded in agreement, with a sigh and a huff of mutual frustration. "At least the sun is out." Someone interjected as they stepped onto the train with seats as blue as the sky they walked away from.