The owner of a general store hires a young female clerk with a penchant for wearing very short skirts. One day, a young man enters the store, glances at the clerk, and then 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 uppermost 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 the ladder.

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?" she yells testily.

"No," croaks the feeble old man, "but it's starting to twitch!"