A bright salesgirl

‘I’d like to buy some gloves for my wife,’ the young man says, eyeing the attractive salesgirl, ‘but I don’t know her size.’
‘Will this help?’ she asks sweetly, placing her hand in his.
‘Oh, yes,’ he answers, ‘Her hands are just slightly smaller than yours.’
‘Will there be anything else?’ the salesgirl queries as she wraps the gloves.
‘Now that you mention it,’ he replies, ‘she also needs a bra and panties...’