Girls and boys

I am staring at the man's penis, willing his urine to escape the evil clutches of his prostate. I'm not normally pushy or anything, I just have a lot of charting to catch up on.

Old Man: So you a married man?

Me: ...um, no, maybe there were a few girls I should have.

Me: How about you?

Old Man: There was this girl once in school. I was wearing my brand new shirt, and I felt someone writing on my back. I turned around and she was writing on my shirt. I said, "I am going to pick you up at 9 and make dirty love to you." At 9:30 that night she called me up crying. She said, "Where were you _____." A few years later she married some guy and her dad gave her a four million dollar wedding gift. If I had only known she had so much money.

I press on his bladder. A little urine shoots out.

Me: There we go.