Once I saw a software-translated menu in which lamb prepared with Menetou-Salon, a local wine, became lamb in the Menetou living room.
My favorite language-barrier story doesn't involve software at all. I was walking along the sidewalk minding my own business when a man who was evidently not a native English speaker pointed to a sign that said "Cat Hotel" and asked "Is that for real?" (this was LA, where that's not always a safe assumption). It was indeed, I reassured him. "What is it?" "It's a place where people leave their cats when they go on vacation." "Oh. I thought maybe you worked there."
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