And you’re waiting for… what, exactly? You have a tape-measure don’t you?
I got one yesterday when I was at lunch, sitting in the resturant. I was asked, " Where did you get your sandwich?" Huh? I’m in the only place that serves food for a couple of blocks where do you think I got it?
Here’s another take on the “no stupid questions but lots of stupid people asking” thing. Cluelessness. And take some time to cruise the rest of that site. It’s worth it.
Jamaica, Queens sure is.
I believe it was in The Young Ones that Adrian Edmonson said:
“This may sound like a stupid question, but - nip dip bip nip nip bip dip?”
If you and I shopped at the same place we’d be able to split the workload, because I get the same thing. I don’t know what it is, but I’ve gotten some pretty nasty looks from people for not knowing where things are in Wal-Mart. I’ll even be wearing a ratty gray t-shirt and gym shorts and still people will think I work there.
I wrote a book and was at an autograph session in a Walt Disney store. I’m standing at the table signing books and someone asks me where the bathroom is. Another person asks me if the store sells aspirin. Give me a break!
And the answer to this would be “Yes, yes it is.”
The fact that not everyone knows Jamaica is in New York made for a big misunderstanding in a pit thread I started once.
Hey, hey, be nice. We can all come up with stupid questions, stone cold sober and fully awake.
For example: a few days ago I got to thinking about dogs. Shar-Peis specifically. They’re wrinkly. So are scrotums. Do women who think scrotums are “cute” (re: the funny looking male genitals thread) more likely than other women to find a shar-pei cute? And how do men feel about these dogs?
Yeah, I just didn’t ask the person I was with these questions… 
can you imagine the types of questions people mentioned in this thread find too stupid to utter? Got to be some doozies!
Reminds me of a bit of trivia I know that few people believe: There is an East Side of Chicago (it’s the small part that borders Indiana).
My last week working in a bagel store:
I see a woman scanning our menu. She looks at our soups, and asks, “Chicken spaetzle, is that vegetarian?”
You are correct. I don’t know what the size, but the largest known organism is a fungus. For a little while, fungi and aspen groves were vying for world’s largest organisms. (It turns out that some aspen groves are really the same organism.) I believe the record holding fungus among us is incredibly old, also. Made it through the sixties and everything.
I remember taking a calculus II class and having a brain fart. It’s not a good thing to ask a stupid question in a calculus II class because your brain decided it wanted to freeze up on you. I don’t remember the question because everyone will be annoyed with you.
I am sure we all are guilty of asking stupid questions. It just happens.
I am sure we all are guilty of asking stupid questions. It just happens.
Wow!!! So many stories to tell …
More in the thoughtless category. My late sweetie had a brain tumor, after radiation treatments decimated her hair in an interesting near-Mohawk fashion, she took to wearing hats more often. She was a nursing director, so the hospital was familiar turf, populated by many many friends and acquaintances. Since she was out on disability, we would greet many work-friends whenever we were in the building. The day that one acquaintance Charged up to say hello, and how good my sweetie looked, followed by, “What a Great Hat! Have you Always been a hat person or just since … <gesturing vaguely to her head/hair/tumor …”
There were many more, but the capper was her somewhat abrasive mother, who, in a phone conversation responded to, “I’ve got to go, Mom, I’ve got a headache, I’ve got to go grab some pills.” her response … “Well … Why do you think you have a Headache???”
Good part, was one source for tender gentle laughs, between us, when she could compare her tumor-impared brain function with people around her, and come out ahead!!!
I used to wear a blue lanlet around my neck that said in big white letters “SYRACUSE UNIVERSITY” a few times. People would always come up to me in Walmart and ask for help. Is my sense of fashion so bad that just by wearing a lanlet I looked like a Walmart employee?
My roommate in college (a chemical engineering student, mind you!) asked a Greek friend of mine if they still believe in and worship Zeus, Hera, Apollo, etc.
On the other hand, I am still kicking myself for asking what was the most stupid question in the history of the world:
I was at a funeral for a friend’s husband, when I saw someone I hadn’t seen in a while and hadn’t expected to see. After pasting my face with a big goofy smile, I said, in an excited tone of voice “It’s great to see you, what are you doing here?”
I saw this on TV:
The U.S. Geological Survey held a press conference after the Northridge earthquake, at which a geologist explained that the quake was caused by a previously unknown fault. A reporter asked, “How many previously unknown earthquake faults are there?”
One of my favorite encounters with a random idiot at the gas station I work at:
We have a bathroom. Said bathroom has a door. Said door has a lock on it, for keeping other people out while you use the bathroom. A pretty standard setup, from what I can tell.
There was even a sign right by the door knob that said “Restroom is locked when in use.” or something similar.
So, anyway, someone comes up to the counter.
“Hey, uh, your bathroom is locked.”
“Yeah, that means there’s someone in there.”
[6-10 second pause]
“Uh… how does it know?”
“??? What?”
“Like… how does the bathroom know that people are in there?”
[I twitch]
“Well, when people go in there, they lock the door behind them…”
[Another 6-10 second pause]
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
The guy wasn’t mentally handicapped or anything and didn’t seem like he was on drugs. I guess maybe his mind was caught up on the idea of a magical bathroom that could sense people and lock itself.