The Plane Hasn’t Stopped, But Their Brain Has

I am an air steward on a long international flight. A passenger has called me over.

Passenger: “Why have we stopped?!”

Me: *Genuinely confused* “Stopped what, ma’am?”

Passenger: “The plane!”

Me: “We haven’t.”

Passenger: “I’m looking out this window here, and we’re just sat here!”

I look out the window to see no clouds and an open quiet sea below.

Me: “Ma’am, we’re over the Atlantic at thirty-five thousand feet. If we stopped, you’d know about it.”

Sometimes I attribute certain questions or behaviors to new flyers, but that was a first!