A general store owner hires a young female assistant with a penchant for very short skirts.
One day, a young man enters the store, glances at the assistant, and glances at the loaves of bread behind the counter.
‘I’d like some raisin bread, please,’ the man says politely.
The assistant 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 assistant 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 assistant climb up and down.
After a few trips the assistant 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 among the throng. ‘Is yours raisin too?’ The assistant yells testily.
‘No,’ croaks the old man, ‘but it’s starting to twitch.’