Only One Kiss Per Yard
Walking up to a department store’s fabric counter, beautiful Alisa asked, “I want to buy this fabric for a new dress. How much does it cost?”
“Only one kiss per yard, ” replied the smirking male salesman.
“That’s fine,” replied the girl. “I’ll take ten yards.”
With expectation and anticipation written all over his face, the salesman hurriedly measured out and wrapped the cloth, then held it out teasingly.
Alisa snapped up the package, pointed to a little old man standing beside her, smiled and said. “Grandfather, pay the man.”