Walking up to a department store’s fabric counter, a pretty girl
asked, "I want to buy this material for a new dress.
How much does it cost?"
"Only one kiss per yard, " replied the smirking male clerk.
“That’s fine,” replied the girl. “I’ll take ten yards.” With
expectation and anticipation written all over his face, the
clerk hurriedly measured out and wrapped the cloth, then held
it out teasingly. The girl snapped up the package and pointed
to a little old man standing beside her. "Grandpa will pay the
bill," she smiled.