The sign said, "Space for Rent." I couldn't resist.

"How much?" I asked.

"How much what?" the old lady retorted.

"How much money," I answered.

"Depends," she replied.

"On what?" I asked.

"On how much space you want." I could tell she was becoming annoyed.

"How much do you have?" 

"Ever heard of a little thing called the universe?" she snapped. I could detect a bit of sarcasm.

"Well, I was thinking of a nice little galaxy...maybe on the OTHER side of the Milky Way."

"Like Andromeda?" She was now glaring at me.

"Sure, Andromeda would be fine...but..."

"But what?" her voice started to rise.

"How much...the terms...that sort of thing."

"Oh, well, for a gentleman like yourself, I'll make you a special deal." She rolled her eyes...all three of them.

"Okay, let's hear it."

"$99 down, $99 a month, for 9,999,999 years."

"I'll take it!"

"I'll draw up the contract." She smiled and I swear that third eye winked at me.