What I Think A Plastic Bottle Thinks...

One day, a nearly empty bottle of Conditioner was sitting on the bathroom shelf. He had about one more use left in him, and was quite looking forward to having fulfilled his purpose as a Conditioner bottle.
Before long, a person came into the bathroom for a shower. "I hope they use me" said the Conditioner bottle to the Shampoo that it was placed beside on the shelf, he was new, as the old Shampoo was running out just as fast as the Conditioner.
"Why?" asked the Shampoo bottle, with more than a hint of surprise, "do you want to be thrown away?"
"I want to find out what happens when we fulfill our purpose and are moved on!" replied the Conditioner bottle, also surprised, a he had never met a bottle that didn't want the same
"But what if they turn you into something else?" chipped in the bottle of soap from the sink. She had been bought at the same time as the Shampoo bottle.
"What do you mean?" asked the Conditioner bottle, looking at her with confusion.
"I heard, from a very old wine bottle," she replied, as one who knows all the gossip would, "that plastic bottles like us are melted down, and turned into other things, such as parts of a plastic chair, or a window frame..." And as she said it, the Conditioner bottles mind began to race, as he thought about all the things that he could become once he had fulfilled his purpose as a Conditioner bottle.
Before he could think too much about it though, the person having a shower threw him in the bin.
"Hey!" He yelled, silently of course as people can't actually hear bottles talking, "You didn't use all the conditioner up!" But of course, the person didn't hear him, and so he was just left there until rubbish day, when he was washed out and put into a big pink bag.

He is now a tiny part of a plastic chair...What a fun life it is to be a bottle...