Only one kiss per meter

Walking up to a department store’s fabric counter, the pretty girl said, “I would like to buy this material for my new dress. How much does it cost?”

“Only one kiss per meter,” replied the male clerk with a smirk on his face.

“That’s fine,” said the girl. “I’ll take ten meters.”

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

The girl snapped up the package, pointed to the old man behind her, and smiled, “Grandpa’s gonna pay the bill.

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