Similarly, a shity old shed baking in the sun, filled with garbage bags of fish guts (from guests’ fish at the gutting table of a fishing resort), that we had to load onto a pickup truck.
Like you said, a physical wall. I couldn’t get past it. Whenever I got near the door of the shed, I doubled over wretching and y couldn’t get any closer.
Similarly, a shity old shed baking in the sun, filled with garbage bags of fish guts (from guests’ fish at the gutting table of a fishing resort), that we had to load onto a pickup truck.
Like you said, a physical wall. I couldn’t get past it. Whenever I got near the door of the shed, I doubled over wretching and y couldn’t get any closer.