Walking up to a department store's fabric counter, a pretty girl ask, "I want to buy this material for a new dress. How much does it cost?"
"Only one kiss per yard," replies the smirking male clerk.
"That's fine," replies the girl. "I'll take ten yards."
With expectation and anticipation written all over his face, the clerk hurriedly measures out and wraps the cloth, then holds it out teasingly.
The girl snaps up the package and points to a little old man standing beside her. "Grandpa will pay the bill," she smiles.
