You want me to put my dog where?

Travel is always entertaining.  Well, frankly, it's often a pain in the neck but I prefer to see things as entertaining as it helps me get through the day.  I had just spent three days with some of the most amazingly dedicated new administrators I had ever met.  I boarded my flight from Newark, NJ last night,  headed back to Tucson.  The flight attendant was passing through the cabin, making sure all of us were settled and we had our dreaded electronics powered down for take-off.
Here's the conversation I heard, taking place two seats behind me.
Flight attendant:  Are both of these your bags?
Lady:  Yes, my dog is in one of them.
Flight attendant:  So you have this bag here and one with your dog? 
Lady:  Yes.
Flight attendant:  Well, it's just going to have to go in the overhead bin.
Frantic lady:  WHAT?? You want me to put my dog in the overhead bin?
Flight attendant:  No, just one of your bags needs to go up there. 

For the rest of us seated around the doggy scenario, it was fodder for laughing.  I just read that adults laugh an average of 14 times a day.  I think we all got our daily fill on this one.  The flight attendant didn't seem to ever "get" that what she said was the culprit for the woman's frantic reaction and for our viewing pleasure.
Just for today, perhaps we should make our communication clear, so there are no misunderstandings.

Happy Communicating,

Shelly