A young blonde woman working in a bakery oversleeps one morning and, realizing she'll be late for work, throws on last night's clothes before rushing out the door to work. On the way to work, she really started to regret her outfit; her skirt was way too short and her underwear left nothing to the imagination.
Reaching work, her manager asked her to immediately climb up the ladder and grab some raisin bread off the top shelf. Reaching up to get it, she immediately felt a draft on her thighs and cursed herself for not wearing a longer skirt.
Upon reaching the bottom of the ladder, another customer immediately asked for raisin bread. And another. . .and another, until there was a small crowd of men watching her with excitement as she climbed up and down the ladder. As she reached the top of the ladder for what must have been the twentieth time, she heard the tinkle of the door opening and looked down to see an old man staring at her privates in shock.
"Is yours a raisin, too?" she demanded angrily.
"No," replied the old man, "but it is a quiverin'!"
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