Getting Recycled

I woke up in the truck on the way to the recycling plant. I was surrounded by salad dressing bottles, broken glass, Snapple bottles, and glass of all colors. I'm not exactly a spring chicken I have been recycled many times but I am still just as durable and strong as ANY of the younger pieces. Any way, I had an idea of where we were going, so I just enjoyed the ride. Even though there was a heavy odor lingering, from all those glass milk containers that still had the last few drops of milk in them, from a week ago. When we finally arrived, I felt the bed of the tuck lifting up and I was dumped and mixed in with other piles of glass. I just sat there for what felt like hours, until suddenly the floor we were sitting on started moving. The first thing they did was give us a bath. The cool water poured all over me, it felt so nice to be clean.  Then I was pushed onto a convierbelt that was at an upward angle. As we went up we passed under a giant magnet, which pulled up stray pieces of metal from all around me, and the remaining glass pieces were all separated by color, I fell through the air a few feet until I hit the pile of clear glass. Next I was pulled closer and closer into the mouth of a giant machine. Inside were these two spinning, metal bars that have, smaller metal bars attached to them, so that when it spins it looks like a fan. I was sucked in and SMASH!! SMASH!! SMASH!! It whacked me in the face and shattered me to pieces. It was finally over, I was now a very small glass cullet, about the size of a piece of gravel. We continued to travel down on the belt and were separated from all the bottle caps, corks and other non glass things that were not crushed. Finally we were spewed out into giant piles of cullet, waiting for the truck to come and take me to the next factory depending on what I was going to be in my next life as something new.