The mop, once a proud and stalwart cleaning tool, was left to wallow in its own suds.
Its head had been lost in a fit of rage, tossed carelessly into the dumpster of despair.
It now sat alone, its once-sturdy handle broken, its absorbent head reduced to a mere shadow of its former self.
But why was the mop sad, you ask?
Because it had been replaced by a newer, shinier model. A model with more suction, more absorbency, and a handle that was marginally less likely to snap in two.
But fear not, dear mop! For in the depths of its despair, a glimmer of hope flickered to life. A glimmer that said, "Wait, there's a subpage for that!"
Or, if that doesn't interest you, there's also Why Was The Mop Sad 2: The Search For More Suds.