Getting picked up

It was just a normal day for me, a lonely glass bottle, just sitting in the sand listening to the crashing waves on the beach where I washed ashore a few weeks ago. The beach is lovely, except for when the tides come ashore more and almost wash me away again! So, I was just sitting there minding my own business when out of no where, a hand came and plucked me out of the sand! I was put into a bag with a lot of other bottles made of glass, and some of plastic. I didn't know where we were going or why we were going there, but we just kept moving, and then got thrown into the back of a truck. It smelled weird, and I missed the nice peaceful beach. Eventually we arrived at this room with boxes, and we were sorted into the boxes. I was put in a box with a whole lot of other glass bottles, all different shapes and colors. I myself am a yellowish color bottle, with a long neck. There were clear bottles, green bottles, blue bottles and every one of them was made of glass, just like me!