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
"Only a smooch a 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
The girl snapped up the package and pointed to a little old man
standing beside her. "Grandpa will pay the bill," she smiled.