A rather attractive woman goes up to the bar in a quiet rural pub.  She
gestures alluringly to the barman 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 beard
which is full and bushy.

"Are you the manager?" she asks, softly stroking his face with both
hands.

"Actually, no" the man replies.

"Can you get him for me - I need to speak to him." she asks, running
her hands up his beard and into his hair.

"I'm afraid I can't." breathes the barman - clearly aroused. "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.