Descending into Shawbury in a Chipmunk with the Boss flying from the back seat. Off to the left was another Chippie, also descending and on a slightly converging course, both of us heading for a dead-side join. The distance between us gradually becomes less and less and the other Chippie is looming larger and larger. I keep glancing at it, wondering whether the Boss is going to do some impromptu formation flying.
Finally the Boss pipes up on the intercom. The conversation went something like this:
"I42, have you seen that other Chipmunk off to port?"
"Yes, Boss"
"It's getting a bit close, what are you going to do about it?"
"I'm not flying - I thought you were!"
"Well, I'm not either!"
Both of us had been passengers in a perfectly trimmed aircraft for about five minutes!
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Some years later in Canada, while being checked out in a Yankee, one of the items on the pre-start check list was "Wind Clock". My instructor told me that he had had a student whose command of English was not very good, and when the student came to that item on the check list, instead of winding the clock, he would tap the instrument panel. He thought the ASI was called a wind clock.
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Later, still in Canada, getting a night rating in a 172, discussing engine failure:
"Turn on the landing light. If you don't like what you see, turn it off again."