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."
The clerk hurriedly measured out and wrapped the cloth, then
held it out teasingly, with anticipation written on his face.
The girl snapped up the package and pointed to a little old man
standing beside her. "Grandpa will pay the bill," she smiled.