True story from my flight back to Chicago a day ago:
Woman in the aisle seat: "I'm sorry, I'm so frightened. I HATE flying!"
Me: "Why? Oh, were you in a plane crash?"
Woman: "No, no. I just hate it."
Me: "Honestly, take off is, statistically, where the problems happen. We'll be in the air in a minute. Relax."
Woman: "You seem to know lots about planes."
Me: "Yes. Well, I've been in three crashes."
Woman: "What! Oh my god. Oh, oh. You're joking."
Me: "Sure, let's go with that. But are you okay?"
Woman: "I almost fainted just thinking about this flight earlier today."
Me: "Awful. Do you faint when you see blood?"
Woman: "I, I don't think so. Why?"
Me: "Because if we crash, there's going to be a LOT of blood."