A young lady was going out clubbing but, unfortunately, had a bad case of the sniffles. She decided that an extra handkerchief would be a wise precaution but by the time she had filled her tiny evening bag with the essentials such as her mobile phone, makeup, money for a taxi, etc, there was only room for one handkerchief. No problem, she just popped it inside her bra. After all, Mother Nature can always do with a little help.

During the evening of active disco dancing, jigging, jiving, pogoing and the like, she discretely reached for her spare handherchief but couldn't find it. After a few surreptitious pokes and prods with one finger met with no success, she left to find somewhere more private.

One of the barmen went out for a smoke break. He had noticed the young lady's energetic gyrations on the dance floor through the evening, but was quite taken aback when he saw her in a corner with her hand thrust down the front of her dress, groping around and muttering to herself:   "I'm sure I had two when I came in"