My dad and the "smaller northern sizes" My dad's birthday is 4 days away from mine, and we have always just done family celebrations together. This year, we did it on Saturday.  Well... his BFF from childhood sent him a tshirt from the college they went to. His friend got him an XL because my dad is a mini-planet (especially when next to my mother). The shirt easily looked like a "typical" L. He holds it up and remarks how "northern sizes must be smaller so they can layer" (we live in Houston, but we are all from PA except my IL brother). I have long given up on my dad because his eating is horrendous (eats an entire butter cake for breakfast which, for those non-yanks is a gooey mix of butter, sugar, and flour) but before my brain could stop, I had already spoken.  "Maybe it's a true XL and you are just use to vanity sizing" "No! You are saying that I am BIGGER than an XL?" Whelp... I'm in too deep. "Yea, that's what I am saying. In European sizing, you would be a 3X at least" Needless to say, it was a very cold rest of the afternoon. Oh well.