Who wears the pants here?

Since moving out to the 'burbs a couple of weeks ago, I have taken to riding my bike to the Commuter Rail station to catch the train to work. Normally, I bring a change of clothes so that my work clothes are not sweaty. In my haste today, I managed to grab a pair of my fiancee's pants instead of my own, leaving me to wear my dress shirt with a pair of shorts. It is an honest mistake, since all of our clothes are in different places as we repair and update the house. It is not nearly as embarrassing as those dreams in which you either go to school or work wearing nothing but underwear. Back in the days of high school, when I wore tightie-whities, this would have been even more embarrassing.

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