Flying from Ohio to Vermont, F/A calls up:
F/A: "A passenger wants to know if that is Lake Champlain." (It's Lake Ontario.)
Capt: "Nope, it's the Atlantic Ocean."
F/A: "Ok!" *Click*
I just go "oh no, here we go." Sure enough, 2 minutes later, F/A calls.
F/A: "How the heck can that be the Atlantic Ocean? Are you guys lost?"
Me: "We were just kidding. It's Lake Ontario."
F/A: "Yeah right." *Click*
Taxiing out for my commute, I'm in the last row aisle seat dead asleep already. I kinda wake up halfway when the Captain gets on the PA about a flow delay, and I hear the engines shut down. Businesswoman by the window then proceeds to shake my arm to wake me up, and says "Do we have enough fuel to wait??" I'm still half asleep, and say, "Sorry, I don't have access to any fuel quantity gauges." Then she shakes me again. "Can you call the Captain and ask??" Uh, that would be a big no.
Back in the hat-required days, walk up to the counter to jumpseat to work. In uniform, hat, overcoat, etc. Ask if I can get the jumpseat, and the gate agent looks at me and goes, "Pilot for flight attendant?" I just kinda stood there, and finally said, "Seriously?"
I never get worked up about the stupid questions. Just part of the job. It's just those really idiotic ones that sometimes cause you to be speechless that really get me! It's like, how the heck do I even respond to this?