Subject: A Cautionary Tale > >>A woman went up to the bar in a quiet rural pub. She gestured alluringly >>to the bartender who approached her immediately. >> >> She seductively signaled that he should bring his face closer to hers. As >> he did, she gently caressed his full beard. "Are you the manager?" she >> asked, softly stroking his face with both hands. >> >> "Actually, no," he replied. >> >> "Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him," she said, running her >> hands >> beyond his beard and into his hair. >> >> "I'm afraid I can't," breathed the bartender. "Is there anything I can >> do?" >> >> "Yes. I need for you to give him a message," she continued, running her >> forefinger across the bartender's lip and slyly popping a couple of her >> fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently. >> >> "What should I tell him?" the bartender managed to say. >> >> "Tell him," she whispered, "There's no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper >> towels in the ladies room."