That's saying a lot.
Something used to happen when I lived back east. (Once is unbelievable enough, but I know of three instances and have heard of more.) We used to hang out in Windsor for our "cruising" days. This happened in the middle of July. It was 35° (95°F) with 99% humidity. A carload of Yanks came across the border with skis on the roof and asked where the snow was. We told them to turn around and go back in the direction that they had come from for about 900 miles. (Windsor is
south of Detroit.

)
Those directions would actually have plopped them into the middle of Hudson Bay, but anyone that stupid deserves to drown.
Then there was the guy that Customs caught with two mortars and an RPG in his trunk. He claimed that he was going hunting... (Yeah... for Brinks trucks...)
Evo: Remember that other problem that Coke had in Japan? They had to drop the "Coke adds life" campaign because the translation promised to bring one's ancestors back from the dead.