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