I guess it was my own fault thinking that the airport security people had a sense of humor, so when they asked me if I had anything that could be used as a weapon, I told them, "There's this long-sleeve shirt. I could strangle someone with them. Then there's my pant legs. You could do the same thing with those." Anyway, that's why I arrived on the plane in my boxer shorts. I guess I should be thankful that I never said anything about the elastic around the top.