Well, I'm not going to not daydream that maybe my little piece of parmesean came from one of those wheels. That's a lot of cheese - it's not like they're going to just throw that out.
There seems to be a strategically placed hand blocking a parmesan grinder, probably for the best. But seriously, the other photo of her smiling and hugging the cheese like a giant stuffed animal is somehow heartwarming. It's cheese, brain. Thousands of dollars of fancy cheese.