Walking up to a department store’s fabric counter, a prettygirl 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 ten yards.”With expectation and anticipation written all over his face,the clerk hurriedly measured out and wrapped the cloth, thenheld it out teasingly.The girl snapped up the package and pointed to a little oldman standing beside her. “Grandpa will pay the bill,” she smiled.