Walking up to a department store's fabric counter, a pretty girl asked:
"I want to buy this material for a dress. How much does it cost?"

"Only one kiss per metre" replied the smirking male clerk.

"That's fine," replied the girl. "I'll take ten metres."

With expectation and anticipation written all over his face, the clerk quickly measured out and wrapped the cloth, then teasingly held it out.

The girl snapped up the package and pointed to a little old man standing beside her, "Grandpa will pay the bill," she smiled.