May as well throw my window and stewardess stories out there.
On an early morning flight to Minneapolis we had an ugly 40 something stewardess. She was working her way toward us serving drinks. When she was close enough to read the name an her badge I said "our stewardess' name is Jeff." The gal next to me said "I wonder what that's short for?" I quickly replied "Jeffrey."

On a late night flight back from Reno one time there was a couple sitting in front of us in which this was one of the first flights for the husband. He was next to the window sweating it the whole time and his wife was having quite a bit of fun with the situation. We were being polite and just laughing to ourselves behind them. When we made the bend over the Columbia to line up with the runway at PDX we could see one of the runways was lined up with emergency vehicles and all had their light going. (It must have been practice night or something.) So then we had to start in, "I wonder if the landing gear won't come down?" "Maybe the tail's on fire?" This brother was dropping buckets of sweat and had a death grip on the arm rests that had to leave permanent impressions. Once we were off the plane and headed down to baggage we passed the guys wife waiting outside the mens room. She was still laughing and giggling and when she recognized us she said "I think he sh!t his self."