On a vacation, I’m here working.
And not just any work like the one you get at home,
But a work, where you have to carry old glass bottles which are sometimes used, to the recycle store in the other end of the beach.
And carrying such a big stack in front of me, I can’t see where I’m going.
Oh How I hate all this!
My foot steps shuffles along on the sand. Then suddenly, without knowing, as I couldn’t see,
I bumped into someone so hardly that I fell backwards.
‘Ouch!’ I heard the sound of the bottles in my hand falling to the floor. Whoever did this is gonna pay…