A general store owner hires a young female clerk with
a penchant for very short skirts. One day a young man
enters the store, glances at the clerk, and glances at the
loaves of bread behind the counter.
"I'd like some raisin bread, please." the man says politely.
The clerk nods and climbs up a ladder to reach the raisin
bread located on the very top shelf. The man, standing
almost directly beneath her, is provided with an excellent
view. As the clerk retrieves the bread, a small group of
male customers gather around the young man, looking
in the same direction.
Pretty soon each person is asking for raisin bread, just to
see the clerk climb up and down those stairs.
After a few trips, the clerk is tired and irritated. She stops
and fumes at the top of the ladder, glaring at the men
standing below. She notices an elderly man standing
amongst the throng.
"Is yours raisin too?" the clerk yells at him testily.
"No," croaks the feeble old man... "But it's startin' to twitch."