The Price of Fabric

Walking up to a department store's fabric counter, a pretty girl
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 metres."

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

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

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Originally Posted by Rodgera

Walking up to a department store's fabric counter, a pretty girl
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 metres."

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

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

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This reminds me of shopping with my ex.
We were in a fabric shop to buy some buttons.
All the buttons were on one of those revolving stands in the middle of the shop.
She wanted Black buttons. There was everything from square to round, two holes to four holes in a myriad of styles.
She spent twenty minutes choosing buttons, eventually she found what she wanted.
We went to the counter to pay, there was about 3 people in front of us.
My ex turned to me and said " come on we're not standing in a queue just to pay for buttons."
The buttons went back on the rack and we walked out.
I never ever went into that shop again preferring to sit outside in the mall.

In a fabric store there was one clerk, one cashier and a lost woodworker. I needed one yard of naugahyde to cover the seat of a chair.

The clerk had her back turned to the cutting counter and was on her cell phone apparently arranging her sex life. I just picked up the scissors and cut the one yard that I needed. Then I took the bolt back to the rack. After noting the SKU number and price I went to the cashier to pay.

The conversation goes something like this.
C: Where is the computer slip
M: There isn't one
C: If it was cut, there has to be a computer slip
M: I cut it and there ain't a computer slip
C: YOU CUT IT
M: Yeah the girl was on the phone
C: YOU CUT IT
M: Look, it's $4.95 a yard and with tax it's about $5.40
C: You have to have a computer slip

With that she takes the naugahyde goes back to the cutting table and after another few minutes she comes back with the naugahyde and the mysterious computer slip. My money is laying on the counter. The cashier does her thing with the computer slip and starts the lecture. The cash register shows $5.35 is due and my $5.40 is laying on the counter. I take the naugahyde and leave mid lecture.

Later I'm explaining to SWMBO what transpired. Her first words were "You cut it?" Then I was instructed to not to go into the fabric store alone, ever. Then she offered to get what ever I needed from the fabric store. I can live with that deal.

My ex, would have me drive to several different stores, then go to them again to get the cheapest items, then say that she saved $15.00 on the grocery shopping. Never mind the $20.00, I spent in fuel :?.
For some reason shops assistants don't like you serving yourself, even though they're not serving a customer and talking about their BF's, or what they did on the WE, after a few mins. I'd get impatient too.
Kryn