I think your last paragraph put your finger on what bothered me the most--the lack of effort!

Walking the four minutes to the scoop shop on Newbury Street for another cone? I'd applaud them.

Going away, eating the ice cream, putting on a hat and coming back so at least there's a pretense of deception? Enjoy your scoop, you rascal you.

Making loops through the ice cream line while you eat as fast as you can, like Homer Simpson in Hell's Donut Machine? Um, no. Not so much.