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 one kiss per yard," replied the smirking male clerk.
"That's fine," replied the girl. "I'll take 10 yards."
With anticipation written all over his face, the clerk quickly measured out the cloth, then teasingly held it out to her.
The girl snapped up the package and pointed to an old man standing beside her.
"Grandpa will pay the bill," she smiled.