Silly Questions people have asked YOU-!

[TYTD Reviews]

Legitimately;

me: "So thats your account set up; you should recieve your first few emails within 72 hours"
Them: "and how longs that"
Me: "well...72 hours."
Them: "Oh right...and what if emails come sooner than that?"
Me: "Well...that can only be a good thing I assume..."
Them: "...Okay."

*About a day later I recieve an email off them*

Them: "Hi *Name* my emails up and working...and its a good thing too! imagine if it hadnt worked! i'd be very angry about now!  "

Me: [Internally] ...Eh?...what on earth are you talking about?...go away you mad mad person... [\Internally]
[In the email]...good to hear...any troubles let us know...[/in the email]

[ER]

More of a sweet question than a silly one, but the other night my six-year-old son (who is obsessed with aliens, whom he refers to as "UFOs") asked me, "Why do UFOs want to abduct babies, when they can't even ask babies any questions?"

[Alex]

How many penises have you seen this year?

[Zapranoth]

Doing driver's ed in northern Indiana, I remember that the teacher was the football coach.  We're doing my driving test.  (I'm 6'2", 200 lb, in decent shape but no bodybuilder or anything.)

Teacher:  "D'you play football?"
Me:  "Nope."
Teacher:  "What's the matter with ya?"

[Trevor]

Trevor, if you claim to be African, how come you're white? 

Is Africa a big country? Oy.

Do you speak English there in Africa?

Where are the wild animals in Pretoria?

Here: www.nzg.ac.za 

[Allhallowsday]

Trevor's  thread about silly questions got me thinking-what silly or just plain stupid have people asked you?
 
I ran my bike into a guard rail in front of Waggoners Groceries in 2003 and I had blood running from my nose.  Some moron see's me in the store and asks-"Are you bleeding?"  

You ran your bike into a guard rail... and, WHO'S THE MORON???  
Y'know, sometimes people play dumb in order to make someone realize that they are BLEEDING.  
Sometimes people don't know they are BLEEDING.  When I whacked my head and didn't spill any wine a year or two ago, I didn't know there was BLOOD running down my head.  A lot.  

[ER]

"Do you want to go to Hell, Evelyn?"

A retired nun I used to take to dinner asked me this one day as a commentary on my life, and I thought, gee, talk about an unnecessary question, of course I don't wanna go to Hell. Total no-brainer, Ssster. Jeesh, what was I supposed to say, uh, yes?