Walking up to a department store's fabric counter, an attractive woman says, "I would like to buy this material for a new dress. How much does it cost?"
"Only one kiss per yard," replies the male clerk with a smirk.
"That's fine," says the woman. "I'll take 10 yards."
With expectation and anticipation written all over his face, the clerk quickly measures out the cloth, wraps it up, then teasingly holds it out.
The woman snaps up the package, points to the somewhat aged gentleman standing beside her and smiles, "Grandpa will pay the bill."
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