As she walked up to the store's fabric counter, a pretty girl asked, "I want to buy this material for a new dress. How much does it cost?"
"On sale today, just one kiss per yard," replied the young gentleman behind the counter.
"That's fine," replied the young lady, flashing a gorgeous smile. "I'll take 12 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, turned to go and pointed to a little old man chewing tobacco beside her. "Grandpa will pay the bill," she said.