Young and juicy

I went into a store today, and an African-American cashier waited on me.

"I can help somebody over here," she said, when her register was open. I stepped over. "I don't bite," she said.

I smiled.

"Actually, I do bite," she told one of her fellow cashiers, "but only if they're young and juicy." She pointed to me. "He's young and juicy, so he might get bit."

Her fellow cashier smiled and told me, "You'd better run when you hit the door."

A nice and unique compliment: "Young and juicy."