I Scream, You Scream - The Case of the Screaming Ice Cream

The other night I made an ill-advised trip to the grocery store to pick up a few things that I had "forgotten" on my main stocking-up-for-the-week's-menu trip. (When I say "forgotten," I mean more like "abandoned."  I usually plan out our menus and make one major trip every other week, but I often get burnt out towards the end of the trip and just say f-it to a few items.  I know, I should probably change my plan, right?).

Anyway, while I was at HEB, an Armageddon-like storm passed over Austin.  I mean, I could hear the hail hitting the roof of the store.  Over the muzak!  I freaked out for my little truck sitting alone in the parking lot and ran to the check-out.  But, on the way I passed the frozen food section and I grabbed some chocolate ice cream for my love (he loves his chocolate ice cream, yo).

Fast forward to last night and this conversation took place:

Him:     Did you write me a message in the ice cream?

Me:     Um, what?

Him:     Did you write something in the ice cream when you bought it?

Me:     ??????

Him:  Look

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
It might be hard to see in the picture since I took it with my Blackberry, but someone - I'm assuming it was human although that's debatable at this point - stuck their dirty finger into the ice cream and wrote "NO."
 
What the hell is wrong with people? Did that fulfill some type of weird need? I'm sorry, but if your fetish involves the frozen food section of the grocery store YOU NEED HELP.  Serious and long term help.
 
Needless to say, we both agreed that his frozen after-dinner treat was not going to happen that night.  But I told him to put it back in the freezer because I am heading back to the grocery store to suggest some heightened security for the freezers.