What kind of friend are you?

So last weekend, I went shopping. Not only had I a list in my head of what I wanted to buy, I also had an idea of what I wanted to buy for a friend. And so I found it: a pair of cuff links, rectangle with black stones. It looked o-so-chic and I couldn't wait to give it to him. Along came Sunday night, as I prepared to go his place for a drink, I tried to jog my memory in order to remember where I had put those links. To my horror, my recollection informed me that the last I had seen them was when I stuffed them into a black plastic bag, and that black plastic bag sadly had been dumped into the bin that very morning. Thoughts ran through my head, and a battle began. Side 1: no don't pick them up, you threw it away in the morning, by now people would have dumped so much rubbish on them that you would have to tip the whole bin over and you might not even find them. Come on, it's only 15RMB. Side 2: but it's really pretty and who is to say that you will find them again and you like them so much. It抯 not too bad, you remember that they were in a black plastic bag you can find it! 2 minutes later side 2 won and i trotted off to the bin in the staircase. It was too disgusting, pizza boxes, half eaten melons, strawberries gone bad, baby nappies you name it you got it. But i was determined. I even braved embarrassment when another lady came out of her apartment to through garbage into that particular bin. 10 minutes later, voila. I held them in my hand and they looked to me to be the most beautiful cuff links in the world. And so the next time you ask me what kind of a friend are you? My answer is going to be: one who would go through rubbish for you.

PS: thanks Sid for the lovely photos that you so conveniently took...yes i am the rubbish queen