It Must've been the Mistletoe

Jill from our electrical department came back to receiving today with an older lady (mid 60’s maybe) who was looking for a box, “about the size of a water heater.” I informed her, as Jill already had, that we generally crush our empties as they come back rather than keep them hanging around in the way. She sighed and looked more disappointed than you’d have expected and I must’ve given her a curious look because she then explained the whole scene to me. “My nephew,” she said, “wants a girl to sleep with, so I’m giving him a blow up girl for Christmas.”

What do you say to that?