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
> quickly measured out and wrapped the cloth, then teasingly held it out.
> The girl snapped up the package and pointed to a little old man standing
> beside her. "Grandpa will pay the bill," she smiled.
