I'm late with this. But love always seems to be late. Until it isn't.
I drew this in the 80's for a syndicate submission. It was originally a Writer's Digest cartoon. I liked the joke, though the cross-hatching is applied with the grace of a sneeze.
A few decades later, someone pointed out that five cents should be printed as .05, not .5, killing the punchline. Or .5 of it.