A fool

At which part did he not understand that grass is green, sky is blue and the damn danger line is yellow and black?

“Look,” I turned off the can sealer machine,

“This,” I said, pulling away his crushed arm from the press,

“Is going to contaminate the whole batch.”

The intern breath started to become restless, how could he not, it hurts wasn’t it? You don’t reach your arms out to pick up your discarded gloves, which I tell him before to not wear because the size is too big, easy to slip.

Is it that hard to understand the logic?