Pay The Man
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.