We’ve all had brain farts from time to time. Right after your friend drops you off at home and then you run to catch up to their car asking if you left your phone in there, only to realize it’s right in your hand. Or asking what Chris Pratt’s real name is aloud while watching Guardians of the Galaxy, or when you order an ice water with no ice.
They’re not your proudest moments, and it might take you a second or two to realize that what you just said makes you sound like a total crazy person, but it’s just one of the many pitfalls of being a human being.
Then there are questions that people ask, which no amount of insomnia or a lack of coffee can explain. There’s only one excuse for these questions: plain stupidity.
What a co-NUN-drum.
Brings a whole new meaning to #Twinning.
This guy who doesn’t understand how monthly bills work.
This woman who’s angry at the sun.
Ma’am, that’s not how beef works.
Ummm…I hope other giraffes?
Apparently Good Friday isn’t always on Good Friday.
Planes can’t land in Japan because it’s such a tiny country.
The way rivers work are a real head-scratcher for some.
The American mountain-building industry was once a booming part of this country’s economy.
The “my left or your left?” question isn’t applicable in all situations.
How haircuts work can be confusing for some.
I’m hoping that they just misspoke and got their nouns mixed-up.
No one really knows which moon we’re looking at on any given night.
She thought Toronto was where?
Cleaning toilets is apparently some kind of insane activity no one really does.
Yeah the zoom function takes a while to get down pat.
Those full moons sure are rare occurrences.
Friend of mine had the same thing happen to him.
This dude who greatly underestimated the functionality of his computer.
You don’t want to incur the ire of tech support workers, people.
Salt prevents what?
This person who has no idea how breastfeeding works.
Do you mean, turn on?
A surefire way to anger any Texan.
I would want to live in the sky too, if I could.
I hate it when my salads are just filled with laytucky.
Imagine if that’s how it worked? Terrifying.
But…you just said…wireless.
There are times I miss working in a pizzeria.