Identity Crisis

P&AF and I had an amusing conversation during a break from work last week.

P: "So, I almost wore your boxers to work today."

M: "My boxers?"

(I am confused because I didn't even know that I really had any boxers, minus a pair of Halibutt boxers that are really more like knit shorts to me...)

P: "Yeah, I almost put your boxers on and wore them. But then I thought they looked awfully small."

M: "What boxers are you talking about?"

P: "I don't know. Your boxers. They say size 6."

(Now I'm really confused because I'm 99% sure that if I do have any boxers that he might confuse for his own, they would be size S, M, or L, not size 6.)

M: "Ummm...I don't think I have any size 6 boxers. What did they look like?"

P: "I don't know. Like boxers. Size 6...or maybe it was 36...yeah, maybe they were mine. Maybe I've gained a lot of weight and they just seemed small..."

M: "Were they the plaid boxers sitting on the basket of clean laundry?"

P: "Yeah, those boxers."

M: "Ummm...yeah, those are yours."