The scene is a somewhat rundown pub somewhere in the UK. It's early on a Friday evening and only a few of the locals are in.
A tall well proportioned, seductively dressed middle aged female comes out of the ladies toilets and walks up to the bar. She looks at the barman, leans over the bar and huskily says "You look like someone important to me, are you the owner?"
The barman, a middle aged fat bloke with a big bushy beard is somewhat shocked, but shakes his head. The woman beckons him closer, he moves right up to her and she gently runs the fingers of her left hand through his hair. "Come on, you must be someone important in the running of this fine establishment. Are you the manager then"?
The barman is still too stunned to speak, so again he shakes his head. The woman then begins to slowly run the fingers of her right hand through his beard "well then, can I trust you do give a message to the manager for me"?
The barman nods his head this time, and the woman puts both hands on the bar so she can lean in close and whisper in his ear "tell the manager, there is no toilet roll in the ladies"