A Kiss Per Yard

At a fabric store, a pretty girl spotted a nice material for a dress and, and asked the male sales clerk, “How much does it cost? And the male sales clerk replied with a smirk, “Only one kiss per yard.” The girl said, “That’s fine by me. I’ll take ten yards.” With expectation and anticipation written all over his face, the clerk quickly measured out the cloth, wrapped it up, and then teasingly held it out. The girl took the bag and pointed to the old man standing beside her, smiled, and said, “Grandpa will pay the bill.”