Yeah, that's quite weird.  Reminds me of the conversation my then girlfriend was having with a friend of hers.  Said friend apparently did a lot of giggling and eventually asked if we were having sex.  G/F responded in the affirmative and friend then asked her how it was possible.  G/f told her that I could in fact have sex without seeing.  Friend responded in awe, "He can?"

When G/F told me of this, I about fell on the floor laughing, wondering whether friend always left the light on or something.  We do get the weirdest questions.

Heh, that reminds me of that time during assassin's week that I ... well, I'll paste my account that I wrote on the pacmate right after it happened:

Typoes left intact.

Well, here's me soloing an entire team, not that it's easy to tell what's going on: http://dl.dropbox.com/u/16520690/CaejWins.mp3

I've tried figuring out what was being written based on the sound.... I have nowhere near the patience and concentration necessary to figure that out. And this was just based on one person's writing style.

One that always got me when I was younger was buckling seatbelts. My (fully sighted) sister would complain whenever we were going somewhere at night that she couldn't see to buckle up. I still had enough vision in my right eye at the time to play high-contrast 2d video games, and even then this just confused me incredibly.
Something that does annoy me is that every time we go to a new place, like a hotel or someone else's house for a trip or something, people feel the need to show me where everything is in the bathroom.
Or, in the most recent cafeteria, where it was pretty well impossible for me to serve myself without sticking my hands in everyone's food, once I'd get everything, someone would usually tell me where everything was located on my tray. I usually just tuned that out.

Ah, and then there was the time I was shadowing at the math and science school, which is residential. So I was sleeping on a matress in the floor of someone's room, and when I needed to use the restroom I tried to be all ninja about it. But even though it was like four in the morning, this guy woke up and felt the need to show me everything. -_-

And then people like to tell me how many steps there are on a staircase. Bleh, it won't hurt if I don't know when I'm at the bottom, and the worse that happens at the top is I do a weird highstep and get slightly more exercise out of it.

Ahahahahhaa, I thought i was the only person that got asked the wiping my own ass one... Guess not. And yeah, having mom help you shower could be a bit odd to say the least.

Another one was I went to a friends house, that she had just gotten. One of those "Hey, my first place on my own, that I own, come look" deals. I was sitting on her sofa, drinking all night (Diet Mountain Dew, nothing alcoholic) and had to use the restroom, and never being in this place before, asked her to show me to it. Here is what I remember of the conversation...

Her: "Miller, how do you pee?"
Me: "Well, guys were born with a thing, called a (spelled wrong here to pass the effect through text) PEE NIS, and that's what I pee out of."
Her: "No, I mean how do you know where to pee?"
Me: "Well, you see, when I was really young, my mom and dad potty trained me, now can you pllleeeeeeeease show me the bathrom, I really gotta piss."
Her: "No, I mean I know you weren't always blind, so how do you know where you're peeing now that you can't see?"
Me: "Oh, *starting to laugh at this point* that's easy. I pull it out, start to let a little out, and spin in a circle until I hear water on water. Once I hear that, I know I'm either peeing in a toilet, sink, or tub, so either way it doesn't matter. Now can you show me the bathroom, so I can go please? *a little more stress in my words here*"
Her: *very seriously, and somewhat angrily* "You're not using my bathroom!"

After that I threatened that if she didn't show me I would whip it out and use her couch. *shrugs* she didn't believe me, adn I had to go so bad at that point, almost a 2 liter of diet dew in my bladder now, plus dinner pressing on my stomach, that if I had to, I would have... So I started to pull it out...

Needless to say, after she saw that I wasn't joking, and really needed to use the bathroom, she showed me the bathroom.

Another one is that I am somewhat good with colors. For example, my girlfriend asks for an orange popsicle, and most of the times, it's what she gets first shot. Now mind you, I'm total, so no shadow, no way to cheat without takign a pic or asking someone the color. I was doing this one day for a friend, and he asked me how in the hell I did that. So, I shrugged, and tol dhim I can smell colors. He asked me what color his shirt was, and since I had his arm earlier to get through somewhere, I knew that it was a plain white t-shirt already. So, I tol dhim that... To this day though, several years after that, he still believes I can smell colors...

I figure that if people can ask some quite odd, and some quite stupid questions, then it is okay by me to answer the same way I was asked. Just like the old proverb, ask a stupid question, get a stupid answer.

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Lol! I'll definitely remember the bathroom one.
I love some of these stories.
I have a few more stories to add to the mix, although none are as good as those.
I was at an NFB convention a few months ago. I don't really like a lot of the NFB's beliefs but that's a whole other topic entirely. Anyway, at this convention, we had several meetings, and right in the middle of one of the meetings when they were describing assistive technology and the IPhone was brought up, some sighted kid raised his hand and asked how on earth can a blind person use an IPhone if it only has one button.
after the whole convention was over we had about a half hour where people could ask questions. That same kid asked which Jaws is better, the older or the newer? And we all thought he meant the screen reader but he was referring to the movie...
And someone else said that a college professor told him that typing on his note taker was making too much noise in the classroom! I hope that professor never, ever gets to hear an old braille embosser...
And in seventh grade we were taking a spelling test, and I didn't realize they cared about capitalization, so I just wrote the words in lower case. The teacher didn't know I could write capital letters, and that I was just saving a little dot 6 every now and then.
As for weird questions, I've gotten lots. The writing one actually came up recently. They also think I count steps down the halls at school. Once I had someone apologize for distracting me from my so-called step count.
Something I have been working on is handwriting a signature. Which reminds me I have to figure out how to put one in my profile eventually. I really don't like handwriting. It wouldn't be so bad if the  below were not to happen.
When there comes a time when I have to sign something, I always ask a person, like my escort, especially if it's someone I know well, if it's readable. And they always say yes, and then the person who really needed the signature in the first place just goes off. "Wow!" he says, "That was a great signature! I didn't know you could write. I'm amazed!" And they treat me with more openness after that. Is that really how things have to be? I guess.
Anyway, I'm done. i'll let someone else tell some more interesting tales.

As far as the whole how many fingers am I holding up thing goes, I'd like to either A. break the fingers of whoever is saying it or B. proceed to hold up my middle finger and say, "how many fingers am I holding up?" Usually people who do that are completely ignorant assholes.
By far the weirdest question I've ever been asked was on a day about 6 years ago I was walking down the street, minding my own business, when a woman came up to me and said, "Excuse me, does your stick have magnets in it?" When I just stared blankly at her, she said, "Well, there has to be some way you can tell where the curb is!" I still don't have the faintest idea where she was going with that one.

Somehow that reminds me of an incident where I was talking to a class (this is the one where  I demonstrated mota). For just showing how the cane is used, I did a little two-point, then pointed out that I usually just use diagonal. Then proceeded to diagonal my way into the corner of a desk. It was... actually kinda hilarious. XD

And somehow talking about that makes me want to play mota.

All of this reminds me of a time, where me and one of my many, many, many cousins were at the mall. This is what I remember from the experience. I was hungry, but not quite ready for lunch. I decided I wanted some candy of some kind. So, I asked her to take me to a food court or something. She said, "Okay!", and took me to the nearest one. I ordered something that I can't remember, and we started walking down the hall again. I am going to get to the point now. She was watching me eat. I can tell, because as we were doing sighted-guide, she was sort of half turned. I was like, "What in the world are you doing?". She said, "Wondering how you eat?" I was like, "Well, I take the food, put it in my mouth, chew it, and then finally I swallow it."! It made her so mad. it was very, very, funny.
Also, I was in a store once, and a little kid saw me and went over to his mom. "Hey mommy! That's a blind person." The mother was trying to shut him up because he was making a scene. And, she apologized to me, because she thought it offended me. I just spent the whole time laughing.

I recall reading somewhere that the guy behind IC2D (which apparently got stuck in limbo) was once at a restaurant, and heard a girl telling her mother that she wanted to see if he could find his face.
*Checks to see if IC2D is or is not dead*

I have mastered the inate ability to side step out of the way of students while walking down the halls.  This, however, made too many people wonder why the hell I'm considered blind if I could dodge and walk so well  (and arrive at class in time).  (So, the loud and annoying talking they do isn't enough to have someone do this blindfolded?)  So, a few students argued with the principal saying I wasn't blind and said I could easily dodge them.  When I was called down to explain, I sort of pissed off one of the students, who took a swing at me.  (In front of the principal....you could imagine how this student's day ended).  His friend was standing behind me, and I felt the motions he was telegraphing (he was being loud) and the look out mesage, I side stepped the blow, and his friend twisted himself out of the way, forcing the idiot to punch the principal. 

    Best....day.....ever....   I had to explain they were making way too much noise and was easily detctable by sound....a conceptthat seemed new to them on their reaction.

Wow! I love topics like this, where I can just listen and laugh at the things sighted people ask us. Honestly!

Well, yesterday I was in the hall at school, eating lunch, and someone came over. He was a year 7, a new person at our school, well relatively new anyway. He said "who am i?" I said "Peter." I know his name, because he talks to one of my friends some times. Well, he kept at it, until I was in the corridoor today, going out of school. He said "who am i?" and I retorted, "well, you should know who you are! Maybee you should go see someone if you don't." I appologised today, because I felt really bad, but I told him "please, I know who you are, now don't ask me that again!" TBH, I don't really know why he kept asking me!