Creeper in the ice cream aisle

I wasn't planning on seeing my reflection in the glass freezers at the grocery store as I wheeled past the frozen desserts.  But since I did, I have to come to terms with the fact that I cruise down the aisle reaaaal slow, like a total creep, leering at the ice cream bars one by one, MAKING KISSY FACES, and occasionally catcalling under my breath like a dazed construction worker:  Chocolate chunk.  I'd tap that.