For a good time, call Reddit

Redditors regale each other with tales of dialing strangers' digits.


Fernando Alfonso III

Internet Culture

Published Aug 12, 2011   Updated Jun 3, 2021, 3:24 am CDT

Bathroom stalls have forever been used as a depository of phone numbers for people looking for a good time or a good laugh.

On a rare occasion you’ll still see a crudely scribbled number to call for an illicit encounter but as Reddit found out Friday, most of these random digits are found outside the water-closet.

“While working at Starbucks I wrote the number of a coworker on the bottom of at least 100 cups,” wrote iamZANE on a popular Reddit post asking people about their bathroom stall encounters. “He got three calls, all from dudes.”

The post collected more than 1,200 comments and 1,500 upvotes. Here’s what redditors had to say.


I called up a guy once whose number was written on a local restaurant’s table (you’re allowed to write on the tables/walls there). Approximate Transcript:
Me: Hey. I heard I was supposed to call this number for a good time!
Him: Who is this? What?
Me: I found your number in [the restaurant]. Want to have a good time?
Him: Uhhh … no. But I know who did this to me. Thank you. [hangs up]


Long ago, I saw a message scrawled on an electric hand dryer that said, “For a short speech from our President Nixon, press button.”


I once called a number “for a good time” that was scratched into a tray in my college cafeteria. Judging by the noise coming from the phone, we both simultaneously determined that the other was in the cafeteria, and stood up at the same time to look for each other. We pointed at each other and laughed, and then had a very pleasant lunch date. It was a “good time,” and we still keep in touch and see each other occasionally.


Not a number. But making a long story short, I saw something at a rest stop about free blowjobs the first Saturday of every month, 8 AM, behind the bathrooms. Thought to my self “that’s weird. It’s the first Saturday of the month, and its about 8:05.”

Didn’t think anything else of it…went back to the car, grabbed the dog so she could pee. She’s sniffing around, leads me around the corner behind the bathrooms, and sure-as-shit there’s a guy on his knees giving another guy a blow job.

I don’t stop at that rest stop any more.

Photo by Tom Martin

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*First Published: Aug 12, 2011, 6:34 pm CDT