So this midget (dwarf? wee folk?) gal came in the store today.
She had on a plunging neckline showing off her substantial rack.
(The substantial rack has nothing to do with the story)
Here is the conversation.
ME: "Hi, how are you?"
WEE-DAME: "I'm fine, you?"
She then looked around the shop for a while.
ME: "Is there anything I can help you find?"
WEE-DAME: "I'm looking for something for my little brother."