w4m: Hi. I accidentally walked into the Starbucks men's restroom yesterday. It was at the Bridgeway Drive location, at around 4 pm. Could the gentlemen at urinals 4, 7, and 12 give me a call?
Carol (717) 682-50–

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Hello. Carol?

Hey, I’m good. My name’s Gregory. I noticed your missed connection and thought I’d give you a call.

Well, that’s what I was wondering about—were you counting from the front or the back?

What I mean is, do the numbers for the urinals start at the one closest to the stall, or the door?

Well, I think that’s valid.

No, I wasn’t the 9 incher.

No, not the 7 and a half either.

Half-Swiss, half-Persian.

I’m not sure I’m comfortable telling you that.

Okay, I don’t think you got a clean look—it’s not a…what do you call it…a show-er, it’s the other kind.

What I’m saying is, I don’t think you can accurately assess that from where you were standing.

Measuring stick—that is funny. Listen, I don’t think it’s fair to compare me to somebody else’s. What if I started comparing your breasts to other women’s?

Yes, they are pretty massive, but that’s not the point.

I know, I’m not saying they’re not great, I’m just saying maybe I could think they’re small or even too big if you stood next to…

…yes, my dick—that is funny. You’ve got a wonderful sense of humor, Carol. Maybe we can just start over?

No, my penis would still be the same size.