I was on a night flight, coming back to MLB. I was cleared to land 9R, and there was another aircraft ahead of me who tower cleared for 9L. He was a couple miles west on a straight-in:

TWR: Cessna 12345, cleared to land runway 9L.
345: Uhh... tower, which one is 9L? The big one or the little one?
TWR: *pause* It's the one... on the left...
345: Roger...
TWR: Cherokee 6FT (me), use extreme caution, there's a disoriented pilot on final for one of the 9s, but he doesn't know which one. He's confused. Report him in sight.
6FT: (in between fits of laughter) Roger, I see him and I'm keeping a close eye on him.


Maybe you had to be there, but it was hysterical!