At a fabric store, a pretty blonde girl spots a nice material for a dress and asks the male clerk: “How much does it cost?”
“Only one kiss per yard,” replied the male clerk with a smile on his face.
“That’s fine,” said the girl. “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 package and pointed to the old man standing beside her, and smiled, “Grandpa is paying.”