Me (whining): “None of my t-shirts even fit me anymore. I have nothing comfy to wear around the apartment.”
(Later, I walk into the bedroom to see a t-shirt folded on my pillow)
Me: “Why is this here?”
Eric: “It’s my t-shirt for you to wear, so you’ll be comfortable. It’s a large.”
Me: “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY?!”
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It’s a no win, isn’t it? Poor chap.