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An attractive young woman approached the clerk at the department store’s fabric counter. “I would like to purchase some of this material for a new outfit. How much does it cost?” she asked.
“Only one kiss per yard,” the male clerk replied smugly. “That’s fine,” she replied. “I’ll take six yards.” With great expectation written all over his face, the clerk quickly measured out the fabric, wrapped it, then held it out teasingly. The young woman snatched the package from his hand, pointed to the little old man standing next to her, and said with a grin, “Grandpa will pay the bill.” |
