A young girl started work in the village drugstore. 
She was very shy about having to sell 
condooms to the public. The owner was going 
on holiday for a couple of days and asked if she 
would be willing to run the shop on her own. She 
had to confide in him her worries about selling 
the contraceptives. 

"Look," he said. "My regular customers don't ask 
for condoms, they'll ask for a 310 a 320 or a 330. 
The word condom won't even be used. 

The first day was fine but on the second day a 
big guy came in to the shop, put out his hand 
and said "350". 

The girl panicked. She phoned the owner on his 
mobile and told him of her predicament. 

"Go back in and check if he has a yellow bucket 
hanging between his legs," her boss told her. 

She peeped through the door and saw the 
yellow bucket hanging between his legs. 

"Yes!" she said breathlessly, "He's got one hanging 
there!" 

The boss said, "Go back in and give him $3.50. He's 
the window cleaner!"