Today we went to one of those self-service frozen yogurt places and saw a woman fill up a gallon-sized container with chocolate and vanilla yogurt. She sprinkled the top with candied nuts, then generously drizzled hot fudge over the whole thing.
She paid for her yogurt with a debit card, but recorded the purchase in her check register before walking away from the counter.
I like to imagine that she took her $15 extravagance home to share with a lover. Like she slipped out of bed and said, "One moment darling, I'll be right back with the frozen yogurt."