A very attractive lady goes up to a bar in a quiet,
rural pub. She gestures alluringly to the bartender
who comes over immediately. When he arrives, she
seductively signals that he should bring his face
closer to hers. When he does she begins to gently
caress his full beard.

"Are you the manager?" she asks, softly stroking his
face with both hands.

"Actually, no," the man replied.

"Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him." she
says, running her hands beyond his beard and into his
hair.

"I'm afraid I can't," breathes the bartender. "Is there
anything I can do?"

"Yes, there is. I need you to give him a message," she
continues, running her forefinger across the bartender's
lips 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 manages to say.

Tell him," she whispers "there is no toilet paper, hand
soap, or paper-towels in the women's bathroom..."