A very attractive lady goes up to the bar in a quiet pub. She gesturesalluringly to the bartender who eagerly comes over. 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 bothhands. "Actually, no," the man replied."Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him" she says, runningherhands beyond his beard and into his hair..I'm afraid I can't," breathes the bartender. "Is thereanything I cando?" "Yes, there is. I need you to give him a message," shecontinues,running her forefingers across the bartender's lips and shyly poppinga couple of 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 papertowels in the ladies room."