Ummm....Thanks?

First of all let me tell you this is a true unembellished story. Even I can't make this shit up!

Today, Mike came in the door for his lunch break and he has an ice cream cake in his hand. My first thought "Great, there goes the diet train right off the tracks!". Then, I notice it is only a half of an ice cream cake. So, naturally I think they had leftovers from work and he brought it home. Wrong! As Mike was exiting the car to come in the house the neighbor came over and said "Hey, do your kids eat ice cream?" (Ummm...no. They HATE it. What planet is this guy from that kids don't eat ice cream?) Anyway, he then says "My daughter just turned 17 and we got her an ice cream cake, but we aren't going to finish it. Let me go grab it." He goes into his house and brings the cake back to Mike. End of story, right? Nope. So, I open up the container to take a peek, and I KID YOU NOT, there are fork grooves across the cake. You know like someone has eaten straight out of the container! Yeah, so there goes the cake in the trash. Next week I think I will take him over that partially used bar of soap that dried out my skin and say "Hey, you use soap to bathe right? Here you go!".

I mean, HONESTLY!!