No toilet paper

A rather attractive woman goes up to the register in an upscale
hamburger establishment.
She gestures alluringly to a large man who comes over immediately.
When he arrives, she seductively signals that he should bring his face
close to hers. When he
does so, she begins to gently caress his cheek, which is slowly turning
a crimson red.
"Are you the owner?" she asks, now slowly stroking his face with both
hands.
"Actually, no," he replies. "I am just the manager."
"Can you get him for me? - I need to speak to him," she asks, running
her hand up beyond
his ears and into his hair.
"I am afraid I can't," breathes the manager - clearly aroused.
"He's in the back doing taxes right now. Is there anything I can do?"
"Yes there is. I need you to give him a message, " she continues
huskily, popping a couple of
fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently.
"Tell him" she says - "that there is no toilet paper or hand soap in the
ladies room"