Unfiltered Story #250785

I was in a bar in Kyoto on my honeymoon. I had left my wife to relax in the hotel whilst I explored the local nightlife. I head into a bar and order a drink. After I am served, the female bartender starts talking to her male colleague about a date she went on.

Bartender: …And I don’t really like anything smaller than a potato. Yet he was boasting about how he was two potatoes. Yet once we went back to his, he wasn’t even one potato…

I’m half-listening but the “Potato” unit of measurement intrigues me. As I finish my drink she comes over.

Bartender: Can I get you anything?

Me: I’ll have another please. Also, I must ask, how big is a potato?

She grins and measures between her thumb and little finger a length that is 5 inches at most.

Me: You have my deepest sympathies.

I stayed for another few, as well as a wonderful conversation with the bartender and her colleague. The night ended with a group of Japanese businessmen buying us a round!