Ice Cream Social

My favorite moment of the day -- when a guy who I thought was creepily hitting on me was actually just creepily hitting on, well... you'll see: 

 

Today as I was standing in the frozen foods aisle looking through the glass doors, I saw, through my peripheral vision, a guy walk up next to me.  I of course thought nothing of it, but then I heard him say, in a low, creepy, seductive pickup voice, "Oooo.  Ooo yeah.  That's it.  That's what we want.  That is goooood stuff."   My immediate reaction was "Is this guy for real?  Is he hitting on me?  In the frozen foods aisle?"  And then I looked.  And laughed.  Gazing longingly through the glass doors at all the boxes of ice cream while bouncing his baby boy in his arms, he continued to his son, "That's the real deal. That's the real ice cream.  Oo yeah.  We want that.  Mmhmmm."

 

He was hitting on the ice cream. 

 

And who wouldn't?