In a textile shop, Shirley, a young redhead girl, said: I would like to buy this material for a new dress. How much does it cost? Only one kiss per yard, replied Travis, the male clerk, with a smirk. That's fine, I'll take ten yards, said Shirley. With expectation and anticipation written all over his face, Travis quickly measured out the cloth, wrapped it up, then teasingly held it out. The girl snapped up the package, pointed to the old geezer standing beside her, and with a smile, said to clerk: Frank will pay the bill. Who is Frank,
your friend?, Travis asked. My grandfather, the young buyer replied.
