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.
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.
"Thats fine," replied the girl,"I'll take ten yards."
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